Maxson’s bedroom was small and unadorned. He laid in the dark room, his heavy breathing filled the room. Christabel didn’t turn on the lights since she could see better in the dark than humans and she didn’t want to wake him up. She walked undeterred to the bed and felt his forehead.
No fever, that’s good.
Before she lifted her hand, it was captured by Maxson.
“Who!” his voice was sharp and another hand slammed on the side table lamp. Light flooded in the space between them. Christabel turned her head away to protect her eyes from the sudden bright light.
“Ah damn, Christabel,” Maxson quickly released her hand and fell back on the bed.
“How’re you? Does it hurt?” Christabel checked his bandage to see if the wound was jerked open. She didn’t understand how human wounds work but he was
