Chapter 21

Cel's tone carried a conviction that made Sienna worried. She was cutting vegetables with her mind afar when a sharp pain cruised through her forefinger. "Ouch," she cried, blood oozing from the finger she cut through, as she ran it under warm running water.

"Sorry, sorry, where do you keep your first aid," Cel asked, panic-stricken.

"In my bedroom, Opposite Ryk's," she said with painful pants, wh