Chapter 17
The sting of the iodine kept Grim awake long after Danny retired to his old room and Clara gave up the watch over her sleeping Angel. The cuts weren’t deep though, not too much blood. His T-shirt was trash, but he wouldn’t need stitches. They’d managed to get by without Clara noticing.
At last he did manage to get some sleep, but it was a short rest. The squeak of bedsprings and stirring of pain in his back as the mattress shifted brought him back from the edge of peace.
“Grim? You awake?”
“’Chele? Clara’s gonna kill me if she sees you in here.”
Michele yawned, ran her fingers through his hair. “Why would she kill you? I’m the one doing the molesting.”
Grim shivered. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He reached around, took her hand and laced his fingers through
