Pausing, she finally nodded at Cody and me. Joel was alive. Guiltily, I was a little disappointed. I didn’t want to put up with his reaction to the Demon’s Grave, though it served him right. I crossed my arms, feeling just a wee smug at that thought. Phoebe hovered over him, scrutinizing his tanned face and limbs. Despite the fact that I held a special place of loathing for him, he was handsome when he slept. With his muscles all relaxed and his eyes closed, he seemed innocent. Bet his mother thought the same thing…poor woman. Phoebe pulled back the collar of his shirt then checked his arms. At first I thought she was checking out his build—she was a sucker for that type—but her focus suggested she was searching for something. I could only assume it was for cuts or bruising. When finished, Phoebe leaned back and frowned. Cracking a knuckle, she must have realized it was making noise and stopped. Cody waved at us and mouthed, “Wake him?” Turning back to Joel, Phoebe studied him for a few seconds longer before pinching his bicep hard enough to leave a red welt.
