Chapter 106

• Chapter 106
• The clinic lights were too clean for what lay on the table. Selena felt the sting of antiseptic in her nose, the metallic bite of old blood slicked over new, and the rattle of a breath that didn’t know if it wanted to keep going. The man’s wrists were strapped to the steel rails—thick leather cuffs that made an ugly sound when he dragged against them. One eye was ballooned shut. A split laced his lip. Purple bruises bloomed like oil beneath the skin.
• “Cut the restraints,” she said, already reaching for the tray.