He drew in a sharp breath as he felt her fingers dance across his skin. She was gentle, but the lightest touch made it feel like there was flame licking a path across his muscles. "My arm. He had weapons." Matthew tried to remain still. He didn't pull away from her touch. "I'm bleeding," he said dully. And it was true. There were little cuts everywhere from metal that he hadn't been able to dodge. There'd been so much falling down, Matthew'd been lucky to escape the rain of jagged shards without worse damage.

"He was going to electrocute me," he said, exhaling out a shaky laugh. "I think he might have killed me again if I hadn't run." He was staring straight ahead into one of the candles she'd lit earlier. There was a vaguely haunted look in his eyes.