CHAPTER TWELVE
Panting and sweating from the effort of the fight, I slowly lowered back down to the floor and touched my ribs gingerly. Even that light touch made them hurt, forcing me to pull my own hand away from my rib cage instinctively. I didn’t think any of my ribs were broken, but they were definitely hurt and would probably keep hurting for a while.
But I had to put my own pain out of my head for now, because Strike was lying flat on the floor again and I couldn’t tell if he was unconscious or even dead. I ran over to him and stopped by his side, kneeling next to him as I looked at his face.
His skin was paler than normal and his breathing slightly ragged, but aside from that, he seemed normal. At least he was conscious, which was good because it meant he wasn’t dead.
“Hey, Str
