Laken’s POV
I woke up the following morning, and my face was hurting, also experiencing the silver burning in my cuts. Wait until I see Rochelle again. She will beg me to rip her throat out by the time I get done with her.
I got up and headed to the bathroom to do my business and change these bandages. After using the bathroom, I stood there at the sink, staring at the mirror. I haven’t seen the cuts since she attacked me unprovoked. Reaching up, I slowly peeled the bandage off, exposing the raw cuts on the right side of my face. There were five of them, from the top of my eyebrow, over my right eye, and down my cheek.
Gently, I raised my hand and touched the cuts, fire burning from them as my fingers ran over them. They looked ugly and angry, red from the silver and swollen. The stitch
