By midnight, I was burning with fever, drifting in and out of consciousness as I leaned against the wall. The wound on my arm had become infected, oozing pus and giving off a strange, foul smell.I'd lost all sense of time. I didn't know how long had passed before the holding cell door finally opened.I struggled to pry my eyes open and found Antonio walking in. When he saw the state I was in, his brow furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. When he spoke, though, all I got was another lecture."You only got shot in the arm, but Camilla nearly died. Since you've both hurt each other, I'd say you're even now. Just try to get along from here on out."I really don't understand how you changed so much. You used to tolerate all the other women I saw. Now I've narrowed it down to just Camilla, and suddenly, you can't handle it?"Why can't you be more like her? Look how understanding she is. She knows you're injured, and even though she needs care herself, she still sent me to
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