Chapter 158 Filthy
- TESSA
- Zaria’s grip was iron around my arm as she dragged me out of the clinic, her nails biting into my skin with the intent to leave scars. I stumbled along, trying to keep my balance, the floor seeming to spin with every step. Behind us, Dr. Cross’s voice thundered, echoing down the hall.
- “Be careful!” he exclaimed. “She’s still recovering from her injuries.”