Ava's POV
I paced the room's length, my boots scraping the creaky floorboards, my thoughts chewing on Lucy's latest moves. "She'll deny it, no doubt," I said to Sarah, whirling to face her, her expression creased with anxiety. "Did Lucy and Zane have a fight while you were out?"
Sarah's eyes went blank, shocked. "I have no idea, Ava. I think we all blacked out right after she..." Her words faded, like she was too scared to finish.
"Quiet," I cut her off firmly, glancing at the other healers stirring, their faces groggy and pale in the low light. I turned back to Sarah, resolute. "Keep this under wraps. The last thing we need is the packhouse buzzing with rumors."
She nodded, her features etching deeper with dread. "Whatever you say, Ava," she replied, her voice rough and unsteady.
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