Chayse gaped up at Saurien. “No... that’s not... I didn’t—GAHH!”
A whip-crack lashed her left cheek, and her hand was there before she could think. When she peeled her palm away, it came back... clean?
She caught her reflection below, an inverted cross blazing beneath her skin.
Eyepatch, the soldier douche. He had the same...
“What—” She couldn’t breathe. “…