Cael couldn’t help be at least a little concerned by that news, but the fact she was still alive and the state she had been in the last time he’d seen her eased that concern enough in that it was clearly for the benefit of her continued recovery.
“It wasn’t a regular gunshot, was it?” he asked, pulling together the pieces of information he had now and drawing a fairly logical conclusion. “I mean, not like how it would affect me if I had been shot instead, right?”
“Silver,” she answered with a grumble. “Damn bullet basically designed to shatter on impact. We didn’t get all the pieces out at first.” And it had gradually poisoned her to the point of near organ failure.
“A lot of stories about shifters are bullshit, but the silver allergy one is, sadly, fucking true. Had it gotten me a little lower and hit my lungs or heart, I wouldn’t have made it.” Or over enough to hit her spinal column, but she wasn’t going to tell him just how close that had been.
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