CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE - MARICELA

I’m sat in the infirmary with Axel stitching up my arm. He’s already numbed it, but I can still feel the needle going in and out, pulling my skin back together and just the feeling makes me sick.

He’s muttering to himself and I can tell he’s pissed.

“What on earth possessed her?” He grumbles.

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