10Blood SongNo one moves until Reese turns on the light. Even then, motion is kept to a minimum, eyes scanning from the floor to me, weight shifting from foot to foot. Nothing more. Jayce alone meets my gaze without balking.
“Get back to work, ladies,” Reese instructs as she makes her way back to me. She picks up my hands. It takes every ounce of concentration I can muster not to swing again. My chest heaves at a steady clip, driven by the blood pounding through my body and the oxygen rushing in and out of my lungs. Every inch of me shakes.
“Do they hurt? You’re bleeding,” Reese says, voice low enough that only I can hear.
“No.” The word trembles.
She turns to Jayce. “Will you grab a roll of tape from the wound kit?”
“Sure.” Jayce hustles to the far corner of the room, bends to open a
