Murphy’s POV
“f*****g stupid, is what it is,” I muttered under my breath.
“It’s not stupid,” Colton replied, irritated. “It’s brilliant.”
I laid on the ground, most of my weight resting on my forearms behind me as I propped myself up to watch my new BFF Colton at work. He pulled his shirt off and balled it up before unscrewing the lid to a water bottle he had stashed in his backpack and dumping the contents of the bottle over the shirt.
He gave me a guilty look as I eyed him with suspicion. “Sorry, man,” he said, using the shirt to wipe the stab wound he gave me. I hissed in pain. Silver weapons were such a b***h.
“Let’s go,” Colton ordered, once I was sufficiently cleaned up. I followed silently, watching his eyes glaze over periodically as he chatted with someone over his link. I wa
