Chapter 120

My stomach coiled into knots as Parker's ship closed in on the Vicious. I crossed my arms to help keep me together in preparation for what we might find. The fabric of my fresh shirt - a loaner from Crispin - felt rough against my skin, especially the scales. My chains sighed against my damp hair, but it hardly registered.

After I'd washed away all the blood and gore with a shower, Poh and I had helped each other clean and dress our wounds in Parker's infirmary. Most of mine had been teeth marks buried under several layers of bruises and gashes. Poh had been cut in several places and stabbed in the shoulder by me, but most of her injuries were dents to her metal parts. Both of her upper arms and shoulders were made of blue titanium, as well as one whole leg and half of the other.