Chapter 47

Eloise's POV

She laughed too, wincing immediately.

"Ouch. Don't make me laugh."

I frowned.

"Your ribs?"

"Cracked," she admitted, resting a hand lightly against her side. "Not broken. I'll survive."

I looked over at her carefully.

The bruises.

The stitches.

The healing cuts on her...

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