Marked in the Middle
Lira was bent over a table full of medical supplies, her hands moving with precision as she stitched up one of the younger scouts.
When she saw me walk in, she arched a brow. “Finally decided to stop pretending you don’t bleed?”
“Funny,” I muttered.
She smirked, setting the needle down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Try something older than a ghost,” I said, half-smiling.
Her expression softened. “Whatever happened down there, it didn’t just stay underground, did it?”
I hesitated. “No. The Heart’s gone, but it left something behind. I can feel it, Lira. Like a hum under my skin.”
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