“You gonna die?” I asked Raven as soon as the oldies were gone. “No.” She pressed her wrist to her forehead. “I’m feeling better now that we’ve eaten again, and I had a chance to rest. I think it was just the stress of the last couple of days.” “Oh yes,” I teased. “I always get stress nosebleeds. How ‘bout you, Grey?” “At least once a day.”
