Damon.
I stepped outside once they started working on her. There were too many smells in that room. Blood along with burnt herbs and faint bitterness of silver. I needed air just for a second. Just long enough to stop my hands from twitching.
The sun had gone down but the wind was still warm. I walked around the side of the house, not in a rush to go anywhere with her inside fighting whatever’s been injected into her. I didn’t even notice I wasn’t alone till I saw the man (Elder Toma’s mate) standing near a wooden bench smoking something that looked old and self rolled.
He wasn’t looking at me but I could tell he knew I was there. He turned slightly and gave me a nod like we’d already had a conversation before now. Maybe we did or maybe he was just used to strangers.
“Did she make it
