AMAYA
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my palms. Tiny red lines crisscross them where the shards of the shattered plate dug deep. They sting, but I don’t have the patience to dig out the smaller splinters. I just want the throbbing to stop.
The door creaks open. Trish slips inside, holding a basin of water, a strip of cloth, and the kind of look that makes me instantly defensive.
I know, Trish had the tendency to get information very quickly, but I didn’t think she would find out so soon.
“Don’t start,” I mutter, turning my hands so she can’t see them clearly.
She sets the basin down with a splash. “Too late. Lucian told me you got hurt.”
My head snaps up. “He what?”
That explains why she’s here.
“Relax.” Trish pulls up a stool and sits in front of me. “He just told me to ch
