Grace
It had been nearly two weeks since Kent dragged me to his house, and my arm was completely healed now. The skin where the wraith had torn into me was smooth now, leaving barely a faint line behind, which made absolutely no sense given the depth of the wound. It could be Mara’s handiwork or a perk from being an awakened supernatural. Or maybe a bit of both.
Mara gave very stern instructions every time she dressed the wounds that I had no choice but to follow if I wanted to keep my arm. It was great to get the bandages off finally, it didn't help that Kent was drilling me with shooting practices every morning. The cramps were killing me but it wasn't so bad anymore now that my arm was fully healed.
There was still no news about Bane, no word from Mara or Kent. I couldn't help but wo
