Syri was stressed if she was even warming up to Archer. Toria squeezed her shoulders.
“How did he leave that handprint on you?” Kane leaned over and drew Syri’s arm toward him to inspect it. The mark no longer blazed, but faded into Syri’s skin. It wasn’t a real burn, but something more magical in nature. Elven healing wasn’t significantly better than human for it to be fading so fast.
“Also, no f*****g clue,” Syri said. “He was yelling at me, I told him to f**k off, and when I turned away, he grabbed me. Hurt like hell, which is why I lashed out.”
“He called you ‘broken,’” Toria said. “Have you ever heard that before?”
Syri was silent, and she tugged her hand out of Kane’s. “Once.” She was drawing in on herself, but Toria wouldn’t let her pull away, even as she stared unseeing into th
