Another day had passed since I woke up, and my body already felt completely healed.
I had noticed this earlier too, during the Battle of the Dominion—my recovery seemed a bit too fast.
'Wait... is it because of that?'
A strange idea popped into my head. I took out the dagger I kept hidden in my underpocket.
I always carried it in case something happened. Placing it against my palm, I drew it across in one swift motion.
"Ugh."
Pain shot through me as blood began to trickle, drop by drop.
Drip! Drip!
Nyx watched the whole scene with curious eyes before speaking. "What psychopathic thing are you trying to do now?"
I shot him a look for calling me a psychopath. I wasn't that bad, was I?
"Shush," I muttered.
Then I lowered my hand to his eye level. "Watch this. You'll be surprised."
The wound behaved differently. It was healing fast. A bit too fast.
Nyx and I watched in silence as the cut completely closed within minutes.
