I moaned as I pressed the ice pack against my cheek. That hit the spot. Just what I needed to ease that ache that felt like my teeth were gonna fall off.
I had little bruising there and a cut, but it wasn't that deep; the scrape on my thigh wasn't either, and a plaster had helped with it.
I'm still stunned I came out of that ordeal with these only, and I'm not fighting for my life in a hospital. Guess I should be thankful for the little lessons Reed gave me, even though he objected to it, and told me he was gonna protect me no matter what, I still insisted I needed something to defend myself with.
It was all fueled by what happened to me in the past, how I was tossed around like a pig for slaughter. I clenched and unclenched my fist. I'm still not as strong as I hoped to be; I almost lost my life if it hadn't been for Harper and Ares.
