Chapter 6
Tristan soothed Adam with hands and voice, leaning over and holding him. Clark watched them, sucked in a breath to steady himself, and that was when the pain hit.
Lancing though his eye and shooting in from his spine to fan out over his side, the pain made Clark jerk. It was phantom—he knew that. Some sort of nasty brain cocktail that made things seem real: ghosts of evils past.
But that didn’t make it hurt a damned bit less. In fact, Clark felt sure that the phantom pains hurt more than the injuries that initially caused them. He managed for a second or two, and then nausea hit with a force that made Clark break into a cold sweat. He bent slightly, head going down and arm wrapping protectively across his abdomen before he checked himself and stiffened his spine.
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