Chapter 37
She pushed him against the wall framing the doors, where a grotesque of a gryphon had been carved to serve as the building’s guardian. “Touch her head or something. That might help.” She opened his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt while he stood shivering in the sunlight, cursing quietly when she couldn’t do it as quickly as she wanted. “It’s like shoving my fingers into a bag of ice cubes.” Aiden tried to help, but she batted his trembling hands away. Her fingertips were covered with the black liquid, and she kept stopping to wipe them clean on her skirt or his jacket, then touch the warm stone.
She grunted in satisfaction when she finally got his shirt open, then grimaced at the black fluid. But she only hesitated a second before swiping the ooze away with her palm. “When the hell did you get this scar?” she demanded. She grimaced again and wiped her hand. “It’s like you’re bleeding liquid eyeliner or paint or something.”