~Laurent
The air bit at my skin as Denzel carried me through the sky. The wind whipped past us in uneven bursts, pulling at my torn cloak, the cold sneaking through every wound that hurt but none of my injuries hurt as much as my pride. I didn’t have the strength to speak as we moved back to his house. I just let my head hang against his shoulder and watched as the lights of the city grew nearer.
Blood recovery worked overtime. Veins burned with mana as the blood in me stirred to rebuild bone, seal tissue, and mend what the creature had broken. Each pulse hurt less than the last, each breath steadier than the one before it.
By the time the rooftop came into view, I could feel my strength crawling back into my limbs.
“Put me down,” I muttered.
Denzel glanced at me mid-flight. “You sure
