Page 6 of Bones
“If it was, it fuckin’ hurt,” Brown Eyes replied.
“I don’t do fucking tricks,” I muttered.
“So you have magic healing powers.”
Gods, if Muscles said that one more time, I would jump out of this rover.
“How?” Brown Eyes asked.
“Fuck if I know,” I ground out.
“Have you always had them?”
“Yes.”
Silence fell again. I could sense them all exchanging looks, but I just folded myself further in half, my elbows on my knees and my hands clasping behind my neck. If I hadn’t sostupidlyhealed Brown Eyes, I probably could’ve passed myself off as Juck’s runaway whore or something. Not like that’d be far from the truth anyway. But now they’d seen what I could do and there was no way in hell they would let me go.
“I’m Trey,” Brown Eyes spoke up again.
I didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge I’d heard him at all.
“Griz is the one still spitting blood,” Trey added, amusement clear in his voice.
Muscles growled on the other side of me, but it sounded half-hearted at best.
“Mac is drivin’ and that’s Jax up there,” Trey continued.
I still didn’t move. My dry eyes felt like they might crumble to dust in my head. After a few minutes, someone nudged my shoulder. I tensed as I peered up, but Trey held out what looked like a granola bar wrapped in wax paper. My stomach cramped in hunger at the sight of it. I took it, my hands trembling, and bit off a small piece. I wanted to inhale the whole thing, but I knew that wouldn’t end well, so I nibbled a few bites before holding it back out to him.
Trey frowned. “You can eat all of it.”
“I’m done,” I said, then trying not to sound too desperate I asked, “Do you have any water?”
Trey reluctantly took the granola bar and pulled a battered metal bottle of water out of his pack. I tipped it back, gulping down the water. I had to force myself not to drink it all, but when I tried to give it back, Trey shook his head.
“It’s ok. You can drink it all.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
“Can you heal yourself?” Griz asked.
I looked at him, but he was looking at the gash on my head.
“No.”
Griz gave me a look I couldn’t quite read and then glanced down at my shoulder. “Did you get shot?”
I curled my shoulders inward, trying to shrink away from his gaze. “No. Just a cut.”
“That’s a lot of blood for just a cut,” Griz muttered.
“It’s nothing.”
They didn’t say anything more. We drove and drove through the endless woods, nothing but trees and mountains as far as I could see. Where the hell were we going? I had no idea what sort of holds existed out here in the mountains. I wanted to ask, but it was safer to stay quiet and small and just observe.
Of all the half-assed plans?—
Shut up, Wolf.
