Chapter 58: Grudges

• Alan shot a glare at me before looking back at Danika. He spoke to her the most gently I’ve witnessed; I had never heard his voice lower to such a soft octave.
• “You’re in the infirmary, Danika,” he said soothingly, then cracked a humorous grin, “looks like the tables have turned.”
• “What?” she demanded before her gaze flickered around the room, at the white blanket cloaked around her, and then at our worried faces. Alan’s kindness must have been the most startling aspect of it all.