Chapter 667

Razor

Two days later, I awoke with my shoulder on fuckin' fire. A knock at my bedroom door brought Maisie and I let out a quiet groan.

"Good morning, love. I heard you yell out."

"Shit, sorry," I hissed.

"I think you should take a Vicodin, lovey. The doctor sent over a different anti-itch ...

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