Selene's wound should have closed within the hour. Lycan and vampire blood both healed fast when uninterrupted, and hers was old enough, strong enough, that even the healers seemed puzzled by how stubbornly the gash along her collarbone refused to knit shut.
"Whatever weapon they used, it wasn't ordinary steel," the healer said, packing fresh gauze with brisk efficiency. "Something in the wound is resisting the healing itself. I'd wager silver, if I didn't know better — but silver doesn't slow a wound this deliberately without leaving a mark of its own, and there's none."
"Comforting," Selene said dryly, wincing as the gauze pulled tight.
Eva sat at her bedside once the healer had gone, unsure exactly when she'd started thinking of this as something she wanted to do rather than somethin
