Page 114 of Witch Undecided
Chapter Thirty-Three
Cora
We were back at the cabin, everyone gathered in the lounge as I got a once-over.
“I feel fine. I’m fine, seriously.” Yep, no one was listening to me.
I sat on the sofa, bent forward, clutching my T-shirt to my chest, as Pippa, one of the Grimswood medics, examined the wound on my back. She’d sliced my shirt off to examine the varga claw marks. Her gloved fingers were cool against my skin as she gently prodded the torn flesh.
Tor crouched in front of me, his steel-gray eyes fixed on my face, his hands bracketing my thighs.
The guys had found us in the forest minutes after we fell through the rift, and Tor had insisted on carrying me home.
He hadn’t left my side since. Jasper stood by the kitchen, arms crossed, face an unreadable mask, but the tick in his jaw told me he was pissed.
Leif stood beside the malevolent spirit, his hands clenched to fists. Rune was stationed at the front door like a sentry, and Sloane was perched stiffly on the window seat, her electric-blues fixed on me.
Jessie and Poppy had left to inform Anna what had happened, to mobilize forces because… Because once the infection took me, the seal would be broken.
There was no cure for this infection.
We all knew that.
If I was infected, then I was fucked.
I should feel worse. I should be terrified, but instead I was pissed.
This wasn’t the way to exit. Fuck that.
“It’s a deep enough scratch to cause infection,” she confirmed. “See this black residue? It’s a sign she’s infected.”
No. “I feel fine.”
In fact, the wound didn’t even hurt any longer.
“It can take a few hours to take effect,” Pippa said softly.
Her kind eyes delivered a death sentence.
No. Hell no. “I’m fine,” I bit out again. “We need to focus on finding the kidnapped shifter females.”
Sloane had filled us in on the varga’s innocence when it came to the kidnapping. They were looking for their women too.
I had to focus on that. “We need to start thinking outside the box.”
Leif made a strangled sound and walked off into the kitchen.
I should have gone,Rune muttered.I should have gone.
“You saved me,” Sloane said. “That scratch was meant for me.”
No. I didn’t need this. These looks of pity and the sorrow, as if I were already dead. It wasn’t over until I stopped breathing, and I had no plans to do that.
None.
I stood abruptly, clutching my shirt to my chest to cover my boobs and forcing Tor to move back and give me space.
“Stop it. The lot of you. I’m fucking fine. I’m fine until I’m not, and there’s nothing you guys can do either way. So, let’s focus on what we can do. On finding the shifters.”
