Chapter 17

Bowden

I help Kaiya out of the jacket and throw it on the chair next to my shirt. She’s mostly speechless as the concoction Deacon gave her is burning a hole through her guts right now and talking is difficult. “Up,” I say and hook my fingers under her t-shirt.

“Why?” she asks, her voice so hoarse that barely a sound is coming out.

“I told you skin-to-skin works better. Did you think I meant only my skin? Don’t worry, I’ll keep your bra on.”

She’s too unwell to argue much. Her wolf isn't fighting very hard, and is close to death already. Feeling your own wolf dying is an extremely painful experience, especially towards the end, and can kill the human too if it’s not done right. I don’t know how Clara managed to survive. Some witches can kill wolves without killing the human, but it takes considerable skill.

I pull the t-shirt over her head, not paying much attention to the unflattering, white cotton bra that leaves a whole lot to the imagination, which suits me just fine.

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