THE DISPOSAL Vivienne’s POVI woke to pain.It pulsed behind my ribs, bloomed in my thigh, and burned along my arm where the beast’s claws had torn through flesh. My body ached like a broken instrument—quiet, brittle, off-key. Still, I was breathing.Barely.The girl, who had just regained her health two nights ago, was now slumped in a corner, drenched in sweat, her skin a shade too pale. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow and uneven. I wanted to say something. Thank her. Shake her awake. But even moving my fingers hurt.The cell was still cloaked in a long silence when the heavy clank of boots shattered it.The door creaked open. Three guards stepped inside, faces unreadable under their helms. They didn’t speak, but one grabbed me by the arm, the other grabbed me by my collar, while the third kept a blade pressed against my spine.“Where are you taking me?” I rasped, but they said nothing.The girl stirred slightly, her head jerking up. She tried to crawl toward me, weakly
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