Avara POV
I ease into the kitchen to find it occupied by staff and Kelsey at the breakfast table that is decked with an array of choices. Her smile sparks a light in her eyes when she sees me, watching me with a strange, curious intent as I settle carefully into the seat next to her.
"Feel like I haven't seen you in forever," I say, placing a quick affectionate hand on her shoulder before I pour myself a glass of tropical punch, a surprisingly mulchy mix.
"You walking funny," she states bluntly.
Baffled, my shoulders nearly reach my ears in confusion. "Maybe because I was shot?" I say, drawing a generous sip from my glass.
"Bullets ain't the only thing that has penetrated you."
The glass drops from my mouth and my face whips to the side as I eject a spray of juice in a surge, splattering her face and her dress, her head turned in mutual shock with her hands raised impulsively before she lowers her face to inspect the damage.
