Chapter 5.
“What the . . . where’s the . . . where did it go?” Viktor asks me.
“It healed,” I shrug. I’m going to get a perverse sense of amusement out of this conversation, I can feel it.
“In the seven minutes it took us to get from there to here it healed completely?” he says, clearly not sure if he should believe, despite what he can see with his own eyes.
“No,” I say slowly, like I’m talking to a child, “in the ten seconds it took me to get my hand out of her mouth and grab her hands it