![]() Soft and gray-haired, she looked nothing like Aria’s mother had, but they had similar demeanors. ![]() Molly, the tribe healer, stepped through the tent flaps with a lamp in hand. She tugged harder, the ache in her arm becoming a burn. Determined to find Perry, she slipped them on-a challenge one-handed. Her boots sat on top of one of the trunks. What was the point, if she wasn’t getting better? But she couldn’t stay there a second longer. ![]() She’d come to this tent as soon as she and Perry had arrived days ago, and hadn’t left since. It was like her mind had lost the ability to speak with her hand, the message vanishing somewhere along her arm.Ĭlimbing to her feet, she swayed in place for a moment, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass. Her fingers gave only the slightest twitch. ![]() ![]() How hard could it be?Īches stabbed deep in her bicep as she tried to make a fist. She licked her dry lips, tasting the bitterness of pain medication. She looked down at the white bandage wrapped from her shoulder to her wrist, dread swirling in her stomach. Aria lurched upright, the echo of gunshots ringing in her ears.ĭisoriented, she blinked at her surroundings, taking in the canvas walls, the two bed pallets, and the stack of battered storage trunks, finally recognizing Perry’s tent. ![]()
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