The Surgeon's Debt
He tilted my face upward, forcing my wide, trembling eyes to lock directly into his golden ones.
His grip was unyielding, but his touch was surprisingly light. Timid, even.
"You are right," Dante murmured, his thumb making a slow, barely perceptible stroke against my skin that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "I am a monster. I have spilled more blood than this valley can hold, and I sleep perfectly fine in the dark. I do not have people who love me, Doctor. I have soldiers who fear me, and enemies who want me dead."
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