Chapter Fifteen
Blood drips from my fingertips and pools on the white floor of the Red Vipers’ ship. My recent travels across planes has resulted in too much energy being drawn in through my fingers, rendering them torn.
But my injuries are trivial.
Cal, slumped beside me, is chequered in black bruises from a pummelling I’m glad I didn’t witness. Just thinking about it makes me ill. Most disconcerting is the way his swollen arm dangles. It looks broken. He must have put up a good fight. Pain sends him in and out of awareness. When he stirs, he groans, but he hasn’t the strength to lift his head.
Like Cal, the members of Jem’s crew are also cradling pain and leaning against their seat’s restraints in varying states of consciousness. Adelle’s red lips are smeared with blood and she is ou
