Chapter 372 Proserpina
- “Proserpina,” he said quietly, “Look at me. Breathe slowly.”
- He palpated gently around the cut, watching Proserpina’s beautiful face for involuntary reactions: pain, guarding, or a sharp intake of breath that would signal something worse.
- Worryingly, there was blood, yes, but he breathed easier as he realised that it was surface bleeding, muscle and skin, not the dangerous swelling or rigidity he feared.