Ivy still sat on Axel’s lap, his arms bracketing her in as though he wasn’t quite ready to let go.
A drop of blood slid down his arm from where the glowing machete had grazed him. The wound was not healing.
“You are hurt worse than you are letting on,” Ivy said, her voice steadier than she felt.
“I will live.” Axel almost hummed.
“Will you?” She pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “Because that thing burned you. And you are moving like you are favoring your left side.”
Finally, he glanced at her, his mercury bright eyes flickering in the dark. “Observant
“ That's not the point. My point was you are still bleeding,” she whispered, brushing his matted hair back to reveal another cut on his temple that had not closed yet.
“I told you,” Axel murmured, voice low and gravelly. “I will
