25
I leaned against the door and watched Victor give instructions to Micah.
“Drink lots of water and rest. I mean it.”
“Shut the f**k up, doc,” Micah teased, with a chuckle that ended in a wince. “By the Everlast, this hurts.”
“You’re lucky Ceris spelled your armor; otherwise, the wound on your chest would have gone through your lungs.”
Micah wrinkled his nose. “What a pretty picture.”
Victor shook his head. “All right. Time to rest. I’ll check on you later.”
He turned and paused upon seeing me there.
“How is he?” I asked in a low voice.
Victor approached me at the door. “He’ll be okay. But I mean it. If Ceris hadn’t enchanted our armor, his human body would have died and his soul would have been lost.” He sighed. “He’s a little groggy because of the strong painkillers I gave him.
