“I noticed you have rather aggressive fang marks on the left side of your neck.” My entire body goes stiff as I realise the cobra bite my dad left on me two weeks ago still hasn’t healed—not because I couldn’t heal it, but because I’d purposefully let it sit there to remind myself of why I needed to get the hell out of this state. Why I couldn’t just give in. My shields have been covering the mark until now so I’m guessing my depleting magic let it slip through. “It’s nothing.” Hope gives me a look. “Were you attacked?” “No.” Yes. Fuck, yes. I was thrown against the wall and everything. All
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