Chapter 11Arlo took a quick step back. His? He flashed back to what the man in the woods had been saying. Fear curled around his bones. “You’re one of them?”
“One of who?”
“I don’t know! One of those in the forest.”
A low menacing sound escape Nash but he remained human-looking. “Those? There were more than one?”
Had there been? It didn’t matter because Arlo was leaving, only…He touched his chest again. Why wasn’t his body screaming for him to get away from Nash? He’d never been able to stay and talk to anyone he’d healed. Every second after he’d taken the sickness into himself was torture until he could get away. Seven years and not once had he been able to do what he did now. Why didn’t he want to run?
Perhaps he hadn’t healed Nash after all.
“I-I have to go.” He glanced at his cot
