all worked up." He raised both his eyebrows.
She threw him a glare and he merely smiled back then turned his attention to her arm. At last he felt it was time to take a peek. He raised his palm and peered at the bruised skin, at the wound left by the broken shards of the Wraith's sword. He sighed, relieved and removed his hands, revealing her forearm. "It worked quite well."
She examined her arm, tilting it this way and that. The purple and blue splotches had faded to a light dusting of color, the dark veins now looking more normal and green as they should. "Well done, Mage. I can't thank you enough."
"How do you feel?"
"Exhausted. And starving." She laughed as her stomach chose that moment to emit a growl.
"I've got it covered, Ms. Odel." Logan rose from the bed and headed out to the kitchen leaving a perplexed Kailin staring after him.
***
I watched Logan leave the room and suppressed a small burst of laughter. He never ceased to amaze me. Propping the pillows up behind me, I leaned back and relaxed, exhaustion pulling at my eyelids.
"Hey. No time to sleep yet, lazybones. Eat first, then rest." Logan returned with a tray filled with takeout boxes, chopsticks, and two glasses filled with juice.
He threw a napkin at me and resumed his position on the bed, this time settling the tray between us. I ate until I was sated, noting Logan's hunger and the lines of exhaustion on his face. The treatment had taxed him as well.
We didn't speak until we'd finished eating and Logan placed the empty tray in the kitchen. He returned and sat beside me on the bed, propped against the headboard, his bare feet crossed at the ankles.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Tired. The healing is taxing." The dark circles under his eyes confirmed his words.
"More taxing than throwing fireballs I take it?"
The corner of his lip turned up. "Way more." He ran his hands over his face as if he wanted to wipe away the tiredness, then scraped his hands through his hair making it stick up in fifty different directions.
"You should rest," I said.
"I am resting." He grinned when I glared at him. "Now tell me what you're thinking."
"About what?"
"About what your next step is. I thought you'd intended on finding out where Greer went and saving her first."
I looked away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes as I spoke. "Maybe Greer can wait. I think I need to get my mother and Anjelo out first. Who knows what could be happening to them?"
"And who knows where Greer ended up and what's happening to her."
I still refused to meet his eyes. The silence rang hollow for a moment, but when I spoke, I couldn't keep my voice from sounding defensive. "Look, if our roles were reversed, I'd be the last person Greer would save first." It had been bugging me for a while now, especially since I'd had plenty of time alone to mull it over.
I knew Greer very well. Logan didn't. I sighed. "Greer isn't the happiest person around. She's always had a dislike toward me—perhaps because I was more Alpha than her. And then maybe because she ended up Pariah. And I remember her reaction to Mom when she saw her in Wrythiin. Greer despises Mom more than she dislikes me." I shook my head. "I honestly don't understand her, Logan. What could possibly have been going through my sister's mind for her to stand by while Niko did all those horrible things? For her to support Brand? I honestly can't say that I even know who Greer is anymore. And the scariest thing is, what if we never really knew her at all? Just like with Niko." I shuddered. Tara's visions had made so much more sense when we found out Greer had hooked up with Brand.
"I understand how you feel. And maybe she wouldn't be the first one to come running to save you should you need saving, but she could be in way more danger than your mom and Anjelo. Both are being held captive as far as we know. And your mom is definitely an asset to the Wraiths. Let's hope they consider Anjelo an asset too. And
She threw him a glare and he merely smiled back then turned his attention to her arm. At last he felt it was time to take a peek. He raised his palm and peered at the bruised skin, at the wound left by the broken shards of the Wraith's sword. He sighed, relieved and removed his hands, revealing her forearm. "It worked quite well."
She examined her arm, tilting it this way and that. The purple and blue splotches had faded to a light dusting of color, the dark veins now looking more normal and green as they should. "Well done, Mage. I can't thank you enough."
"How do you feel?"
"Exhausted. And starving." She laughed as her stomach chose that moment to emit a growl.
"I've got it covered, Ms. Odel." Logan rose from the bed and headed out to the kitchen leaving a perplexed Kailin staring after him.
***
I watched Logan leave the room and suppressed a small burst of laughter. He never ceased to amaze me. Propping the pillows up behind me, I leaned back and relaxed, exhaustion pulling at my eyelids.
"Hey. No time to sleep yet, lazybones. Eat first, then rest." Logan returned with a tray filled with takeout boxes, chopsticks, and two glasses filled with juice.
He threw a napkin at me and resumed his position on the bed, this time settling the tray between us. I ate until I was sated, noting Logan's hunger and the lines of exhaustion on his face. The treatment had taxed him as well.
We didn't speak until we'd finished eating and Logan placed the empty tray in the kitchen. He returned and sat beside me on the bed, propped against the headboard, his bare feet crossed at the ankles.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Tired. The healing is taxing." The dark circles under his eyes confirmed his words.
"More taxing than throwing fireballs I take it?"
The corner of his lip turned up. "Way more." He ran his hands over his face as if he wanted to wipe away the tiredness, then scraped his hands through his hair making it stick up in fifty different directions.
"You should rest," I said.
"I am resting." He grinned when I glared at him. "Now tell me what you're thinking."
"About what?"
"About what your next step is. I thought you'd intended on finding out where Greer went and saving her first."
I looked away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes as I spoke. "Maybe Greer can wait. I think I need to get my mother and Anjelo out first. Who knows what could be happening to them?"
"And who knows where Greer ended up and what's happening to her."
I still refused to meet his eyes. The silence rang hollow for a moment, but when I spoke, I couldn't keep my voice from sounding defensive. "Look, if our roles were reversed, I'd be the last person Greer would save first." It had been bugging me for a while now, especially since I'd had plenty of time alone to mull it over.
I knew Greer very well. Logan didn't. I sighed. "Greer isn't the happiest person around. She's always had a dislike toward me—perhaps because I was more Alpha than her. And then maybe because she ended up Pariah. And I remember her reaction to Mom when she saw her in Wrythiin. Greer despises Mom more than she dislikes me." I shook my head. "I honestly don't understand her, Logan. What could possibly have been going through my sister's mind for her to stand by while Niko did all those horrible things? For her to support Brand? I honestly can't say that I even know who Greer is anymore. And the scariest thing is, what if we never really knew her at all? Just like with Niko." I shuddered. Tara's visions had made so much more sense when we found out Greer had hooked up with Brand.
"I understand how you feel. And maybe she wouldn't be the first one to come running to save you should you need saving, but she could be in way more danger than your mom and Anjelo. Both are being held captive as far as we know. And your mom is definitely an asset to the Wraiths. Let's hope they consider Anjelo an asset too. And
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