Chapter 18 The Faintest Line

~~SERAPHINE~~

I woke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. The light was dim, filtered through frosted glass windows, and the bed I lay in was narrow and stiff. This was not my opulent suite. This was a hospital. The Royal Infirmary.

Pain sliced through...

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