Chapter 30
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been impaled through the gut by a bloody spear,” I grumbled, rubbing my hand over my stomach. The bandage had come off two hours ago, and the wound already looked a week old, but it still hurt like hell. I reached for the can of gunna paste on the coffee table.
Tristan’s chuckle came out of the phone. “You’re on the mend, all right. Although, Chris told me he almost called for a healer.”
I swallowed some paste and scowled at the ceiling. “Chris is as fussy as an old nursemaid.”
“He was worried about you. We all were.”
“Thanks, but you can stop now.”
To prove my point, I sat up, stifling a groan as the movement pulled at my sore stomach muscles. Son of a b***h. I planted my feet on the floor and leaned back against the couch cushion, waiti
