Chapter 5339 Does It Still Hurt
- Jared shrugged out of his outer robe. A shallow slash scored the muscle of his left arm—flung there by shrapnel when Quentin had self-destructed. Though not deep, a ghost of demonic energy still pulsed along the edges.
- Lyra's eyes shimmered, soft with hurt on his behalf. Kneeling, she cautiously dabbed a cloth in the hot spirit water and dabbed away the dried blood with feather-light strokes, as though one careless move might cause him pain.
- The warmth of the spirit water and the crisp scent of the mystical herbs seeped into the wound; the lurking demonic energy began to fade like frost under the sunlight.