Chapter 7“I really ought to kill you forthis,” Sydney said after my crying had calmed down and I wasbreathing steadily again.
I looked up at her. Her expression wasdeadly serious in the dim light. Her eyes looked like deep pools ofblack in the lack of light.
“What?” I asked, sounding patheticeven to myself.
Sydney rolled her eyes and shuffledback away from me a little. She grimaced every time she moved. I waswilling to bet that there was definitely a rib or two broken.
“You lied to me.”
“About what?”
I touched my shoulder again. The painhad dulled to a low throb, and I knew the wound was healing. I didn’tneed to see anyone to get it stitched up; my body would take care ofitself. If I was alive – that was vital. And judging by the look onSydney’s face, that was going to be another str
