When I woke, I was lying in the pack's healing room.Nick sat beside the bed, wiping my fingers again and again with a warm towel.I watched his profile.For a second, he looked just like Glen used to when he took care of me—except Nick's brows held a heavier, messier kind of grief.In the corner, Elsa leaned on her cane, her face dark as a storm.Lena stood beside her, eyes swollen and red.Both of them stared at me like they wanted to burn straight through my skin.The second my eyes opened, Lena lost it. She stormed over. "Lucia, have you lost your damn mind? For the murderer, you almost killed yourself?"If you hadn't fought to seal that memory—if you hadn't pushed back against the Mindfang Rig with everything you had—you wouldn't have nearly died."What are you trying to do? What do you want?"Elsa spoke slowly, her voice cold as ice."Do you even realize what you've done? You almost let Glen's murder stay buried forever. Are you really that cruel? You'd just let him di
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