Chapter 57

• “I thought you loved him,” Seth said, fighting back a wince as I dressed his wounds.
• “Is that why you grabbed me so suddenly?” There was an unnatural calmness in my heart as I asked that question. “Look at you.”
• His wounds were ugly and numerous. Xander had beaten him as though he was a thief he caught. There was a handprint of his hand on his upper chest. His lips were busted and one of his eyes was swollen shut. His nostrils bled and his face was at least three different colours.