Kali's POV
My arms stung where claws had raked against my skin, and my ribs still throbbed every time I breathed too deeply. The cuts weren’t deep enough to kill, but they burned as if they wanted me to remember every hand that had reached for me, every growl that had called for my blood.
I pressed my eyes shut to at least try to ease the pain, but it didn't help one bit. If anything, all it did was aggravate the entire thing, and the more I closed my eyes, the more my wounds burned, like the mob that had gathered had somehow turned invisible and had decided that my punishment was nowhere near enough.
I’d been holed up in my room since Diego had dragged me out of that mob, long after the bruises had formed, and long after Raelyn’s laughter had seared itself into my ears.
Honestly, I
