They had finished giving their statements and signing what seemed like a stack of paperwork, and now they were standing in the hall outside Nikolai’s office, deciding what to do next. “For the last time, I don’t need a check-up. I put an ice pack on my cheek and the swelling is almost gone already. If anyone needs to get looked over, it’s you, Doc, or do you think I don’t see those busted up knuckles you’re trying to hide from me?” Ciara pointed to Vance’s hand. Vance tugged his sleeve lower, covering his bloodied knuckles. “It’s nothing. They’ll be healed up by tomorrow. Enhanced healing, remember? It’s too bad Aster heals quickly, too. I’d like for him to suffer a bit for what he did to you.” “He isn’t worth it. You’re sure you’re not going to be in trouble?” Ciara asked, clearly worried despite the reassurances she’d already been given. Vance shook his head.
