Chapter 104 104. Traitor

Stevie

The antiseptic smell of the infirmary burns my nose, sharp and clean in a way that makes me feel dirtier just sitting here. My arm throbs as the healer presses a damp cloth against the bite wound, and I grit my teeth.

“Hold still,” she says, voice soft but firm.

I do, even though every insti...

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