Cleenah's mind was drowning in two currents at once. The searing pain from the blow across her chest and the growing horror of what Jax was planning.
She pressed her breasts tightly with both hands. Blood still pooled beneath her, a small dark lake spreading across the cold stone. The torn runic gear hung open just enough to free her tits from its hold, the fabric split and useless.
But her healing was already at work. The cuts were closing. Slowly. Painfully. But closing.
Jax didn't care.
He dug his sword into the ground and walked past her. His grin widened seeing the cycle play out.
Pain, then healing. Damage, then restoration. Whether it was her celestial power or Jenny's blessed shielding doing the work didn't matter. Either way, it made his revenge infinitely more satisfying.
A body that fixes itself is a body that can be broken again.
