"Gianna can come with us," Dad said causally.
The four of them turned to look at us. I just blinked, not really seeing anyone. I know they're there. I see them, but... my focus is shot. I couldn't tell you what expressions they had.
"Why?" Mom asked.
"She can learn how to clean Pierce's wounds. One or both will need to know," Dad replied.
Whatever happened next was a blur. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting on a black, leather sofa in a room that wasn't part of the basement. I only knew that because there was a large window in front of me, showing the yard lit by the moonlight.
Gianna was sitting next to me, dabbing at my knuckles. My hands weren't dripping in blood anymore, but it was still all over my clothes. I didn't even care how I got here, how
