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My stomach twisted, but I kept quiet. Cassian didn’t explain himself, didn’t even look at me, he just waited, the dagger still wet in his hand.
Just as he instructed, I stepped closer to Reina.
Almost immediately, she flinched, chains rattling as she tried to jerk away. “No! Don’t touch me!” she screamed, her voice hoarse. But bound as she was, she couldn’t stop me.
I pressed my palm to the wound. Heat surged out of me, rushing into her arm until the torn flesh knit back together. In seconds, the blood stopped, the skin smoothed, and there was no trace of what he had done. I pulled back quickly, my stomach heavy with dread.
“You- Witch! I was right! You are a witch!”
I ignored her. Without saying a word, Cassian drew his sword.
The blade whistled once through the air before it struck. The sound of steel against flesh cracked through the cell, followed by Reina’s scream as the chains rattled violently.
I froze, my breath caught in my throat. Cassian’s silence said everything, this was what he wanted. He would cut, and I would heal. And it would go on until Reina finally broke.
I watched as Cassian moved with the same calmness as if he were sharpening a blade, not carving into flesh. His sword rose again, and this time it came down across Reina’s thigh. The cut was deep, slicing muscle until the steel rang against bone.
Her scream tore through the small cell, shrill enough to scrape at my skull. She bucked against the chains, but there was no escape, only the sound of her rattling cuffs and the gush of blood spilling onto the filthy floor.
“Monster!” she spat between cries, foam and blood flecking her lips. “You’ll burn for this! Both of you! You-” her wild eyes snapped to me. “You’re no consort, you’re a cursed witch! Everyone will see you for what you are!”
The words were sharp and ugly, but Cassian didn’t react. He only turned his head toward me, his expression flat as he ordered. “Heal her.”
My hands trembled as I stepped forward and stared at the wound. The gash was brutal, raw meat laid bare, blood pooling so fast it coated my fingers the moment I touched her skin.
I knew Reina did something with the intention of hurting me, but seeing her like this made my stomach roll, bile rising in my throat, but I pushed down the nausea and forced the warmth out of me.
The wound slowly knit back together under my palm, muscle pulling taut, skin stretching until the blood ceased and nothing remained but a slick smear over her leg.
She let out a ragged gasp, her chest heaving. “Demon… you’re both demons…” Despite this, the anger in her eyes didn’t disappear. She looked like she was hoping that somehow, the chains would break so she could
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Chapter 116
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Still, Cassian didn’t respond. He shifted his grip on the sword, then swung again, this time across her abdomen. The steel bit deep, opening her from hip to hip. The sound was worse than the sight, a wet tearing noise followed by the heavy slap of her entrails pressing against the gap.
I couldn’t hold back the gag that rose in my throat. The smell of iron and bile filled my nose, thick and suffocating. My knees threatened to give, but Cassian’s voice cut through the haze. “Heal her.”
Cassian’s boots scraped against the filthy stone as he closed in on Reina. His shadow fell across her, and for a moment she stopped struggling, frozen like an animal that knew the predator was too close. He didn’t rush. He tilted his head, almost studying her face, then without warning, he dragged the edge of his sword down
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