Chapter 170 The Beast At Her Bedside

• For one elated second, Davina thinks she’s dead. But no. No—her chest rises softly. She’s alive—more than alive. Rosy color warms her cheeks. Her skin almost glows beneath the pale light filtering into the chamber, healthier than Davina has ever seen her.
• The sight makes something ugly twist violently inside her.
• Davina’s gaze sweeps the room quickly, taking in the bowls, the concoctions, the distillation tubes, and glass vessels swirling with tinted liquid. Recognition strikes instantly: they’re purging the knotgrass.