Chapter Thirty-Eight

**Maeva**

We took our time getting out of bed and getting dressed. I chose a hooded sweatshirt that covered the bruising that was left on my chest. Thalia was a worrier.

She always had been, especially for me, and I didn’t want to have her getting worked up over the bruising. She’d want to heal it even though it wasn’t necessary.

Zane wore a black t-shirt and black jeans, his usual, and offered hi