Wincing, I looked down at my injuries. “Hey, what the fuck? How’d you heal those wounds? I thought when Red Spear killed you, it killed you for good.” Maeve’s eyes were taut. “I didn’t heal you, Colin. I merely cordoned off the injuries, so they only affect one-half of you. Your Fomorian half.” “Say what?” I said, fighting my way to a sitting position. Finnegas squeezed my shoulder. “Sssh. We’ll discuss this later. Right now, we have company.”
Bye bye Formorian half?
