Fury Of The Beast
I woke up in the infirmary, a headache worth splitting a thousand skulls. “For all the fucks in the world.” My hand instinctively raised to the lump formed on the side of my skull and I flinched. “Sweet, little fuck.”
“You can say that again,” Jace mumbled from somewhere beside me.
I turned my head, my cheek sinking into the soft pillow, to see Jace lying on a bed beside mine. He was on his back, his hands resting folded on his chest.
“What happened to you?” I asked. “You just passed out.”
“The bitch at the pharmacy hit me over the head with something.”
I cringed. “You too?”
“Yes,” he replied dryly. “Of all the fucking things we’ve taken on, a fucking human women knocks us unconscious.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, what the fuck happened?” Dominic sounded. We both raised our heads to find Dominic scowling at us from his wheelchair in the corner of the room.
“Not only did you fail against a human woman, you lost Azalea.”
“No shit,” I muttered, falling back against the plush pillow.
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