The Lycanthrope Huntress
He said, and when the others bowed their heads and began to murmur prayers, Jonathan and Madam Yvonne exchanged a sly glance.
He hoped the brothers rotted in hell.
* * *
Charlie pulled off her gloves, washed her hands, and used a nearby towel to wipe the sweat of her forehead. She was in her basement, attending to Nick.
She smiled at Nadine, “I've stitched the wound. I tried my best.”
“Will he be okay?” Nadine asked, looking at Nick who was sleeping on a mattress, with a frown on his face.
“I hope so. I gave him so sedatives. Sleep heals best y'know.” Charlie aaid, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
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