Chapter 39 Bait And Blood

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• Claire blinks at me. Her lips are pale and split, her hair matted with sweat. My gaze drops to the dark stain soaking the centre of the bandage at her hip, and the other smaller bandages strapped haphazardly around her arms, the angry scratches carving lines across her skin.
• “I’m fine,” she says, leaning forward, her hand moving over my arm to reassure me. I let exhale, but that doesn’t keep the tears from pooling in my eyes. Fuck. She survived this.