Chapter Eight
"This is going to sting," Abu warned me.
"It can't hurt worse than it already did," I pointed out.
"I wish you hadn't done that." The cloth touched my skin, and I let out a hiss. Sometimes, the healing was worse than the pain itself, no matter what lies I told myself.
"And then we could have all watched an innocent be whipped instead," I said through gritted teeth.
"You're an innocent too," he countered, mopping over my wounds again.
I couldn't believe I was lying on his bed. Though it looked just like all the other rooms in Seth's compound, there was still something special about this one. And not just because it had Abu in it.
"Not as innocent as you want to believe. I've stood and watched people be hurt." My thoughts rested on poor Sophia for a moment. She didn't de
