Senya settles herself in the booth across from Riot and I. Her eyes are shadowed over again, a stony expression on her face. That's the second thing she shares with Riot: jaded black eyes.
She peers around at the humans taking their seats all around us, filling up the booths. With the massive variety of smells swirling through the room, it's beyond me how she looks so composed.
"Are you okay?" Riot asks, leaning over so that his mouth is right above my ear.
I shake my head.
My eyes won't stop watering. My nose won't stop scrunching up from trying to keep the foreign smells out. And the gaping bite out of my side is on fire once again. 'Okay' isn't the word I would use to describe it.
"Here." An arm snakes around my shoulders and pulls me against a solid torso. My face presses against
