Kelly
Paul’s gaze followed me, full of venom, but beneath the hatred there was exhaustion—deep, endless exhaustion.
Now that I was closer, I saw the truth of his condition. His body was trembling, his skin pale and clammy. His wounds were severe— deep lacerations that were yet to be treated, some already crusted over, others still raw and bleeding. He was clearly in a lot of pain. The sight made the healer in me tighten with anxiety.
He looked like he could barely stand, and yet his eyes burned holes through me. Still, there was something… unfocused about them, like his vision was fading, or maybe he was too delirious to see me clearly.
I took a slow breath. “I know you must hate me to the ends of the earth, and I’m truly sorry about what happened to your son, but—”
“You think—” he ch
