Chapter 37 THE BLOOD WARD

​The infirmary doors weren't locked. They were melted.

​The metal door in the corridor hung off its hinges, sagging as if doused in acid. The smell coming from inside—burnt flesh and that damn scent of rotting violets—spilled into the hallway.

​"Kael!" Valeria lunged forward, but Dorian grabbed her ...

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