18
Two hours later, Anna sat on a bed in the medical centre. She looked almost demure with her knees together and her eyes downcast. Not an adjective that Jack would ever have used to describe her, but there it was.
He sat in a chair with his elbow on the armrest, half his face covered by the palm of his hand. “Oh, God,” he groaned. “I could sleep for a week.”
“Me too.”
“What happened?”
The question made Anna wince as if recalling the events brought a new surge of pain. “An encounter with Slade,” she answered. Jack was immediately on edge. Hearing that name sent adrenaline flying through his system. “He decided to capitalize on all the chaos. He was going for the Prime Council.”
“And he stabbed you?”
Gingerly, Anna touched her left shoulder. Even that fleeting contact made her hiss.
