Chapter 18If there was one thing Emma was tired of, it was the hovering. Sure, the first day or two after killing Castelain had been worrisome. The cut from the hurlbat refused to heal, even with the help of Jesse’s cream. She couldn’t stay awake, too weakened from both what had happened and the blood loss. She had vague recollections of Jesse spooning behind her, holding her close against his chest, and the low murmur of voices in the background. Michelle was there, and Dominique. Even Ethan had come in to see her, but she didn’t think he’d done anything more than stand there and watch her sleep.
But she was stronger now. It had been almost a week since they’d rescued Ethan, a week since Castelain’s death. She’d been strong enough to endure Jesse’s spells as he fixed the dimensional tear
