Doctor Immacolati made an annoyed sound. “Breathe.”
Thane breathed.
“Again.”
Thane breathed again, and when the doctor pressed harder, a muscle jumped in his jaw.
My hand tightened around the edge of the table.
“Cracked,” the doctor said. “Two. Maybe three. We will scan.”
“I heal fast,” Thane said.
His voice was flat, but I could feel Ferus behind it, the tiny edge of his deep growl beneath each freaking word.
Doctor Immacolati snorted. “And I am handsome. We all have fantasies.”
Keres choked on coffee.
I laughed before I could stop myself. Small and quick, and it hurt my ribs, but Goddess, it felt good to laugh about something that was not drenched in horror.
Thane looked at me only for a second, but in that second, his face changed, like my laugh had reached some wounded, sile
