wakes up through drugs

“Guess so.” He pressed fingertips to her hair and smoothed it away from the gunshot wound on her scalp. “I’m not a surgeon, and she’s scabbed over, so we’ll let the ER docs on the ship take a crack at most of this. Maybe stitch up this mess, though. Pass me those scissors.”
Seo passed scissors over her and she realized they meant to cut her hair.
No.
“Shit, she’s awake,” Seo said.
“Not with all the dope I put in her.” Kessler met her eyes and she peeled her lips back, showed him her canines. He didn’t shout, or curse, or sign himself with the cross, or throw salt over one shoulder—all mortals reacted differently to her eyes, to their cold depths and the spark of divinity that burned in her irises. She guessed her weakness had dimmed the spark, because he only shivered.
Ryn jerked at her plastic bonds. She twisted her spine in every way a spine could bend and a few more. Both men jerked away from her. “Fuck!” Seo shouted.


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