"Ronan, hold the bowl steady," Kaelven muttered, his eyes fixed on the blade.Ronan stood perfectly still, his hands steady as he held the ceramic bowl beneath my father’s arm."Kaelven, please," I cried, lunging forward, grabbing his shoulder. "What are you doing to him."He shoved me aside. The force sent me stumbling back against the wall."Stay back, Vanya," Kaelven muttered, not looking at me."I won't stay back," I yelled, reaching for my father’s hand. "Dad. Dad, look at me."My father’s head laying to the side. He looked at me, his eyes barely open. "Vanya... go... back," he mumbled. "Don't... don't come close.""Why are you doing this," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "He just woke up. He is hurt.""He is infected," Ronan muttered, his eyes fixed on the bowl filling with dark, thick liquid."Infected," I frowned. "What do you mean infected. How.""The rogues," Ronan mumbled."Shut up, Ronan," Kaelven scoffed."What rogues," I muttered, my voice trembling. "Kaelven, wh
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