136: Bleed For Her

ADRIAN

The stitches tugged every time I moved, a hot, angry throb buried deep in my side. My head was fogged from the meds my doctor had pumped into me, but no amount of painkillers could quiet the itch under my skin.

Rue.

Her name seared through me, hotter than the fever. I'd texted her like a c...

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