Chapter Seven
AMANDA
Malachai’s apartment was a short drive from The Arrow Tavern. Thankfully, he wasn’t as out of sorts as he could have been after tangling with a man as big as the one he just fought.
“I’m fine.”
Malachai leaned back on his couch while I pressed the small bag of ice to the side of his face.
“I can barely feel a thing,” he said.
“I know you can feel that. But even if you can’t, you’ve gotta put ice on it now, otherwise it’ll start to swell. I can already see the bruising.”
“You know what you’re doing, huh?”
“I learned a thing or two over the years.”
“Apparently you know how to throw a punch, too…”
With a bag of ice on one side of his face, he winked at me with his free eye. I didn’t pay much attention to it though.
“What is it with you bikers?” I sighed. “Alway
