C69 CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

MADELINE'S POV

I winced as Freya dabbed the wet antiseptic cloth against the wound on my arm. I could feel Freya's eyes on me, glancing up from time to time to where Louisiana sat at the far end of the camp with someone tending to her wounds.

"You got something on your mind," I asked Freya.

"Beat me, she exhaled. There's something different about Louisiana