Chapter 7
wind undermines trust
healing only goes so deep
arrested by song
My ears stung as if hornets had taken to nesting within the sensitive folds. I lay on Jonah in a heap, our legs tangled together on the floor where his chair had toppled backwards. His eyes were closed, a drop of blood at the corner his mouth. He’d clearly hit his head hard on the floor. Hopefully, he still had all his teeth. His tongue, well… Maybe our relationship would fare better if he couldn’t speak.
I considered leaving him as he lay, but of course I couldn’t. I placed one of my own hands on his face, groaning at the pain the slight movement caused. My spine felt like it had been rammed with a calressium girder. For all I knew, it had. What the hell had happened? Even as I worked to merge my energy with J
