Vorian’s POV
Varek dragged another chair over, slipping a pillow from the couch onto it before lifting my leg to rest on top. The jolt of pain was sharp enough to make me grit my teeth, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. Kavira, though she knew. Her eyes narrowed each time I twitched.
“Next time, this is your job,” Varek tossed over his shoulder at her as he made for the door.
“Uh, no,” she shot back immediately. “You’ve been his friend since childhood, which means you get to keep supporting this ridiculous behavior.” She folded herself onto the couch, arms crossed, legs tucked up, full of attitude.
“And while you’re at it bring me my friend. Since you’re so great at helping people escape the hospital.” Her eyes sparkled with challenge.
“She’s not going an
