Bend Me Daddy
“I made her some tea.”
Ah. Tea. Lisa’s magic cure all.
Holstering my weapon, I hurried into the kitchen.
Veda was sitting at the table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. All I could do was stare at her. She had a bruise on her jaw and a haunted look in her eyes when she raised them to mine. “Are you hurt?”
“Define ‘hurt,,” she said.
“Physically. Are you hurt physically?”
She looked up at me then, and there was no life in her eyes. “Nothing that won’t heal.”