Chapter 47

  Eloise's POV

  She laughed too, wincing immediately.

  "Ouch. Don't make me laugh."

  I frowned.

  "Your ribs?"

  "Cracked," she admitted, resting a hand lightly against her side. "Not broken. I'll survive."

  I looked over at her carefully.

  The bruises.

  The stitches.

  The healing cuts on her...

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