(SHILOH)
"You should rest."
I glanced down at the woman in the wheelchair. "You're one to talk. You look like hell."
Makayla wrinkled her nose. "There was a time we both looked like hell, and this is not that time."
It was true. We were both running around like wolves on crack and steroids, which was uncomfortably close to the truth. The only difference was that I'd been shot protecting Mira, and she'd willingly taken the drug.
As I stared down at her, I had to remember that it was not her fault. She'd done it to save her sister, and in the end, thanks to Kai , she had. Both she and her sister were on the mend.
I stared at the closed door. On the other side was a guest room in Asher's house where Mira's unconscious body lay. After a week of staring at her in the hospital bed, I'd had enough. She wasn't sick. She wasn't injured. There was no need for her to be in the hospital except that Kai was worried she'd suddenly injure herself.
