Chapter 14
Grace
Mara's hands were cold and efficient, which I was grateful for, because the wound on my arm had started to sting the moment she cut the sleeve away and got a proper look at it.
"Two weeks," she said, her voice carrying the specific disappointment of someone who had expected better from me which is wild because I had only just met her. "You walked around with this for two weeks."
"A week and some days," I said, which was true, and also not the point.
She didn't flinch at the sight of the jagged, angry lines on my arm under the bandage, but her brows furrowed.
“This is a wraith-touch, Grace,” Mara said, her voice dropping for a moment and Jinx audible sucked in a breath.
“A what now?” I couldn't understand the reason for their panic.
“Kent should have known better,
