Chapter 35 : Ripped to Shreds

*Wren*

The rest of the night was a blur. I couldn’t think straight, I could barely function. I just saw red. My only focus was Amaya’s safety. I needed to know if she was okay. My mind was racing with the nefarious things Caine was doing to her.

Asher’s injury looked a lot worse than it actually was. He needed stitches but the slash had missed all of his major organs. I watched in horror as he stitched himself up due to the lack of a healer.

It was mesmerizing as it was disturbing and I was extremely impressed with how he handled it. I couldn’t have done it. He barely flinched as he finished the job.

It almost distracted me from the issue at hand, almost. This felt worse than the Manticore. Worse than when her mark was removed. Worse than when I found her in the ditch.