No, Justiss couldn’t begrudge the current council for their treatment of him. They’d done their best with a brother who hadn’t exactly been exiled but was still as far out of the loop as a new goddamn patch.
He sat up, relief flooding him when the dull throb in his head didn’t make him want to puke again, but he felt the sting of new wounds healing, as well as the weird energy buzzing through his veins that he could only register as being magic.
Or, he supposed, holy, if Graver wasn’t talking out of his ass.
Hunching his shoulders and letting his neck take the weight of his head, he was about to speak when the doctor murmured, “I really don’t advise you sitting up, sir. Whether or not your wounds are healing, any sudden movements will pull on the newly mended tissue.”
He peered over at
