C42 CHAPTER 42

"We should get your hand cleaned up so you can heal." Stark said, snapping me from my thoughts. "Then we are going to get you something to eat. Because from the

puke stench you're carrying, there's no doubt you're wearing everything you ate from the past 7 years." Ace added, teasing. I frowned, wondering why I didn't do

this sooner. "Ace... I forgive you, you know." I told him