“I’d call it highly fucking annoying. Wait, what are you doing?” He’d reached across the table and grabbed hold of my wrist. I tried to yank it back, but his grip was like a vise. Hissing between his teeth, Fisher gave my arm a non-too-gentle tug. “Listen. In the last twelve hours, you’ve been bitten by that mangy fox, scorched by a sword you had no business touching, and now bitten by a faerie as well. You aren’t from here. There are probably countless germs and illnesses floating around in the air that could put you in the ground. Your body is weak and slow to heal as it is. I need to
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