A Contract with the Cursed Alpha
Even Eugene, the royal healer, always so composed, so certain—sat slumped beside the bed, his hands folded, his face carved with defeat.
But then my eyes finally land on Korina, and my chest tightens, and I can hardly breathe. Korina lies face-down, unconscious, her back covered with a thin sheet. But what horrifies me isn’t the stillness, it’s the way her skin looks as though it’s been peeled off, leaving raw muscle and bone glaring back at me. The fall that Killian had spoken about…it was far worse than he had let on and now, faced with the blood and the gore, I couldn’t help but gag, clutching my mouth, and nearly retch.
Sikat na Kabanata