Chapter 43

“A wound received in battle is something to be celebrated.” Archer shrugged and pushed himself up from the bed.

“How will they track him using his blood?” I asked as he began to look like he was going to leave.

“Like I said before, us hunters have a few tricks up our sleeves.” He shrugged again, ever the mysterious hunter man. He looked down at me again, his eyes once more darkening with concern. “You should get some rest. You look like crap.”

“Urgh, thanks. I feel like it too.”

Archer certainly had a way about making a girl feel good about herself.

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Even though he had told me to rest, I’d known that he meant to sleep, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. There was no way in hell I wanted to be caught in a dream with Celestria again. That was if it was even a dream. Who knew what she could do with all the power she’d been syphoning off her poor students.