#Chapter 22: Escape Artist

Raven My heart pounded in my ears as I dropped the bow and ran to Neil. “Why did you do that?!” I practically shouted. “You walked right in front of the dummy!” Neil just shook his head and rose from his crouched position. He looked utterly unfazed despite the fact that an arrow had just grazed his cheek and blood was now trickling down his skin. “You seem to be improving,” was all he said. I huffed and reached into my pocket, where I had a small tin of homemade balm—eucalyptus and mint. “Here. Let me put this on your wound, at least.” The Lycan prince wrinkled his nose. “I’m fine.” He turned to leave, but I caught his wrist without thinking, causing him to freeze. “Let me,” I ordered. Neil was still as a statue for a few moments before he slowly turned to me. His eyes flicked down to where my hand was wrapped around his wrist, then to the training dummy with the arrow sticking out of its head, and then he painstakingly met my gaze. “Fine