Chapter 16 I Don't Need Your Pity

The boiling water had splashed straight over her fingers when the jug slipped. Her skin was bright red, already starting to blister across the knuckles.

“Sit down,” Tharion said, his tone quiet and even.

“No. It’s fine,” Sephyra said, trying to yank her hand back. “I just dropped the jug. I’ll cle...

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