"I'm fine, really," Elmond says.
He's lying on the sofa, arm wrapped in a bandage and changed out of the blood drenched clothes into loose, frilly dress shirt and trousers. The worst of his injuries have already been treated by a witch who's staying here on the Alpha's Supreme's instructions.
"For the last time," I give him a look. "How did this happen?"
Elmond drags a hand down his face. "Another team tried to ambush us."
I nod, feeling absurd that I'm not surprised. Well, what can I say? Anything is possible in this bloody game.
"We barely overpowered them," Timothy shakes his head.
"Reaching the check point must've been perfect timing then," Sebastian eyes Elmond's bandaged arm.
Elmond huffs out a laugh, either ignoring Sebastian ruthless gaze or not caring about it. "A miracle,
