Chapter 9 Bergamot Tea

Mercy POV

Her nails bite into the inside of my wrist, right where Cyrus's thumb was five minutes ago.

I don't think. I just move. I twist my arm toward her thumb, the weak spot on any grip, the way Dottie showed me. My wrist pops free. Hot tea sloshes over the rim of my cup and splashes across bot...

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