A sob tore from her lips, and she twisted to press her forehead against the table, fighting the dizziness before pulling the thread and knotting it. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the needle against her flesh again, but her hands were shaking so hard she lost her grip on the muscle. Tears poured down her cheeks as she struggled to get it back into place, to get a grip on the needle with her blood-soaked fingers. Then familiar hands closed on her wrists. Lifting her face, she met Aren’s gaze, the lantern light flickering in his hazel eyes. “Why didn’t you ask for help?” “Because I don’t have
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