Chapter 88

Kane moans loudly and sinks to the bed. Breathing heavily, and refusing my help, he lifts his legs on the mattress and lies back against the mountain of pillows I stacked up against the headboard. The scent of the Yarrow and Witch Hazel mixing in with his blood hangs heavy in the air. I try not to scrunch up my nose as I get on the bed, but my revulsion is impossible to hide. “Sorry,” he says. “I know it smells bad.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Are you?”

“Of course…we used it all the time back at the coven to treat injuries.”

“Why didn’t you just use magic?”

I don’t like remembering the coven and my days there. “My father didn’t always allow it. Sometimes, he wanted the wounds to scar, so we’d…remember.”

“Is that why you have scars?”

“Yes.” I take a deep breath, trying to get m