Chapter 768 To The Victor Goes Nothing
- Lexa
- Meg groans as I wrap a length of leather torn from my dress around her mangled upper arm. Chessie kneels nearby, tearing into her dress, dried blood crinkling off her knuckles in crimson flakes. She hands me another length of leather, but her eyes tell me the truth of the matter. Meg’s in bad shape.
- She closes her eyes, leaning her head against the grimy wall of the room we were thrown into several hours ago, but we’re together, at least.