Chapter 23

• I grunted as the bandage was pulled taunt over my shoulder wound that was slowly mending itself. The wound on my back and hip weren’t mending as well, due to the silver poisoning me. My left hand wasn’t doing all too well either.
• “You’ve been busy.” Cerys commented, her hand trailing across the tattoo visible at the edges of the bandage on my shoulder.
• “How many are there now?” I questioned curiously, not remembering the last time I counted the flaming skulls.