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Chapter 1

“She is not to feel pain”

A coouging—the kind of abrasive threat that would rown man feel Death breathe down his neck

The physician’s hands stuttered, his work dabbing blood fro Such hesitation betrayed much more than the Beta’s anxious scent This was aould see him a corpse “I’m afraid that is impossible, sir”

Hovering overly close, Caspian snarled “What did you just say to me?”

In the shorthis captivevictory at her chicken-scratched proh his chest upon seeing her pale flesh marked by his many bites, depleted

The ruby-red rivulets of blood that ran froarish wound where his teeth had pierced her throat were no longer beautiful

The glassy-eyed albino was a fucking wreck—one stuttering exhale away from the reaper

Keeping an unwavering eye on his prize, Caspian put a hand on her ankle, one of the few places on her body that was not daed, as he addressed the frazzled Beta physician who’d been dragged froht

“No Pain! And no scars will re his thumb over the protrusion of her ankle bone “Do you understand me, doc? Only the bite on her neck is to be left alone”

Frorowl Clipped words followed a twitch in his cheek “My clai mark will remain on her shoulder, Caspian Do you hear ain”

Chest expanding in an angry breath, Caspian was cut short when the physician interjected “Gentlee with a handheld cauterizing laser All of these wounds will scar, though I will do my best to keep it minimal But skin cell er equipery depending on the depth of the daht—”

The very idea inspired pulsating fury in Caspian’s chest, a cage of unbending black encasing a shriveled, beating organ “Suggest taking the Oain, and I’ll slit your throat”

One threat against the old man, and Caspian’s mouse finally turned her head Their eyes met, muddy brown to bloodshot violet, and a look of such heartbreak took her froet of that glance to settle and be calm