Page 144 of Darling Wildfire
I pressed my hand to the large cut on my side. It would need stitches. She looked at me with no regrets and folded her arms across her chest. I glanced at Nyx, silently ordering them to watch her. He nodded, and I moved over to the sink, pulling my shirt off, I grabbed a towel and held it to my skin. Atlas moved over to where the papers were that I was looking at.
“What’s your name?” Nyx asked, leaning against the counter.
She stepped away from Atlas who was now a little closer to her, eyeing him warily and looked back at Nyx, frowning but resigned.
“Macy,” she grumbled.
“We’re in Canada,” Atlas said, holding up a letter.
“What? Of course we’re in Canada,” she scoffed.
“What’s the closest city?” he asked her.
She looked at him like he’d suddenly sprouted several heads.
“Hell’s Valley,” she said. “But it’s a good three hours from here. The closesttown is Banks.”
“Do you have a first aid kit?” I asked.
She made to move, and I held up a hand. “Just words.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line and she glared at me before jerking her head down the hallway.
“Hall bathroom, under the sink.”
“Thanks, Macy,” Nyx said, leaving to retrieve it. He came back and brought it over to me. As I pulled the towel away Nyx chuckled and turned to Macy. “Needle and thread? You got him pretty good.”
He flashed a smile that usually would melt any woman, but in his current state it did nothing but make her blink at him in irritation.
“Dining room hutch,” she said.
Atlas pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and nodded to it. “Have a seat.”
She hesitated, but he didn’t break eye contact and she finally did as he said, watching each of us with her hands clutched in her lap. Nyx came back with a sewing kit and we got to work sanitizing a needle and thread. Nyx did the first stitch, and I heard a soft scoff. We both looked over at her.
“That’s not how you do it,” she said.
“I’ve stitched up plenty of people,” Nyx said indignantly.
“I’d hate to see the scars they have now,” she retorted. She stood up, and we all froze but she held her hands up and came over. “Give it to me.”
Nyx hesitated.
“I’m a nurse, asshole,” she snapped.
He hid a smile and held up his hands, stepping back. Macy washed her hands and then jerked her chin at the counter.
“Sit,” she demanded.
I hopped up, and she took the needle and thread. The first dig of the needle made me grit my teeth and glare down at her.
“Oops,” she muttered.
“He probably deserved that,” Nyx supplied from over her shoulder.
She stopped. “Do you mind?”
“Okay, okay,” Nyx moved away, giving her space and her rough handling stopped.
