Khai's pov
I stared at the wound and nothing about it made sense.
The arrow was still in her chest, buried deep enough that it should have been causing serious damage with every breath she took, and yet the bleeding had stopped completely.
The skin around the entry point was dry, the blood that had soaked through her shirt already darkening at the edges the way blood does when it is no longer fresh.
I looked at her face. She was frightened, her eyes wide and fixed on mine, waiting for me to tell her something that would make the situation feel less like what it was. But beyond fear, she looked completely fine. No grey in her skin, no labored breathing, no signs of the blood loss that should have been pulling her under by now.
Shark was leaning over from the front seat, his eyes movin
