Chapter 67

Will walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Uncle Martin nodded. “I don’t know how you do these so easily. Give me a teleportation spell any day.”

“How’s the ribs?” Rowan asked Graham.

Graham glared past him. “Apparently, not good enough to get out of this damn bed yet.”

“For the last time, it’s not your ribs that’s the issue,” Uncle Martin said. “And not hearing that isn’t really helping your case that your head is fine, you know.”

“He got lucky,” Graham said.

“So lucky, he almost slit your carotid. A couple millimeters and—2rdquo;