Chapter 160 What She's Doing
- Elsabet grabbed Bast’s other arm in grip just as painful as the first. Her nails had turned to long black claws. She was twisting his arm to see the wounds. Just tearing his sleeve aside had dragged the scabs stuck to his dark blue shirt, loose.
- Making each wound sting like it was new.
- “Would you like me to continue?” She hissed. “Or is it just that leg?”