Mina
“Hold out your arm,” Mara instructed with a sigh, like I’d wasted her entire afternoon with my endless questions.
Reluctantly, I did as I was told, wincing the moment the cold antiseptic hit my skin. She threaded the needle with swift precision, her eyes flickering toward the doctor again, as though she expected him to say something useful for once.
“I don’t understand you,” she muttered, half to herself.
I almost answered before realising she wasn’t speaking to me. Not that I understood anything either. This whole situation felt like some mad dream. Minutes ago, we were this close to dying—Stacy and I—caught in the chaos of a rogue attack.
But Malakai saved us.
Well, saved me by tricking me. But what choice did I have? Even if I’d made it out beyond the gates, where would I
