DECLAN
I rose from bed at precisely six in the evening. The healer had been firm: I needed to move. Staying still would only allow the poison to settle deeper into my muscles. I didn't argue. Lying there, stewing in my thoughts about Una in the dungeons, would help no one.
The shower was scalding, hot enough to sting the skin. I stood under the spray, watching the herb-scented water run pink with diluted blood before it finally cleared. They’d
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