Chapter 270
- Leah's POV
- Cole's skin glistened with sweat, stretched tight over festering wounds that wept pus and blood, refusing to knit. His limbs jerked in jagged spasms, a puppet with cut strings, and a guttural moan clawed its way out of his throat, raw and pitiful.
- "What did you do to him?" I asked, whirling on Leo, who stood a few feet away, his face a mask of cool detachment, clipboard clutched like a shield.