The King’s Obsession
I swear the metallic taste of blood still lingers in my mouth.
Marek grabs my hand, using his spare one to cradle my head. "You're not, alright? This looks like a flesh wound."
"You need to go, before you make Tai angry," I insist, looking at the King's back. His paitence will wear thin, and he will have Marek imprisoned again, except this time, it won't be so easy to strike a deal with him.
Marek looks over his shoulder grimly, knowing I'm right. "Meet me on the forest line in three days. You should feel better by then."
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