Chapter 17That evening I choke on a piece of bread as Z flies into the room and flings her arms around me. I wince at the pain in my bruised body, but say nothing.
“Ser, you look horrible!” she says, then covers her mouth. “I’m sorry, but you look about a hundred years old right now. Maybe just because you don’t have much hair left.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Why are you my best friend again?”
She grabs my hands. “When I first found out, I was so mad. But then I realized it was because we’ve known each other since we were babies, and there’s this whole part of your life I know nothing about. I was mad when we had to hide, too. But then I became afraid we would never find you. I thought you died.”
I hug her tightly. “I’m sorry for what I put you through.”
Z squeezes me and soon pul
