Chapter 8

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“This is going to sting a little.” Zeb sticks the anesthesia patch behind my ear, but the penth is still in my system and I don’t feel a thing. We’re in the extra bedroom downstairs again, Naphalie laying out her healing lasers by Zeb’s side as they get everything set up. Ashe watches us, a terse expression in his eyes that’s hard to read, and Micaiah sits beside him, leafing through a magazine. Every few pages he finds something he thinks is funny and he shows it to Ashe. This Micaiah has a warped sense of humor, a way of laughing that makes the rest of us want to join in the fun, and despite the tension in the room, he manages to get a smile from Ashe every now and then.