Book Seven: Chapter 196

Cyrus took a moment to survey the room, then lowered his weapons and sighed. He walked over to the Arachne and put a hand on her head.

“He’s done, Grace. Leave him alone.”

The Arachne hissed and dropped the unconscious knight, then moved to where her brother sat. Callisto looked up at the two of them with tear- and blood-filled eyes. Grace pointed to the wound on his face.

“Bad,” she informed them.

“Am I dying?” Callisto asked, his lip quivering.

“What?” Cyrus actually chuckled. “No, you’re not. Head wounds can bleed a lot is all. You’ll be fine,” he said, taking a moment to inspect the wound. “It’ll probably scar, though.”

“Oh.” Callisto looked at the blood on his hands and casually wiped them on his shirt. “My dad has scars, I’ve seen them.”

“I’ve got a few myself.” Cyrus scratched at his beard, then stood. “Let’s take a moment to clean you up and then we’re getting out of here.” He looked over at the Arachne, who had picked up a dropped f