- Daxx and Mitz helped me change into something that wasn’t wet and felt comfortable against my back. I’d made them let me look in the mirror: between my shoulders was a long scar down my spine. I was okay with it. From what I’d overheard, now that my thoughts were clearer, I shouldn’t be alive right now.
- My head still wasn’t filled with flashes. There were some, but not too many to see. Daxx had phoned Clairee and she told her it was probably just temporary from the magic used to heal me. I honestly wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
- Troy, Rafael and Daxx were sitting talking to me when Victor came walking in. Only this was not the same man that had walked out before. He was dressed in black leather from his neck down, wore a long coat that went to his knees, and had two long narrow swords in an x on his back. There were more knives on his hip. He looked more dangerous than anything I had ever seen.