Chapter 64 Three: Siegfried

“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.” She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow gently on the cut. Thankfully, it’s not deep, but even a little scratch like this should be treated.