Annie sat on the examination table and watched the three physicians—four, counting Chloe—standing in a circle on the other side of the room. They were deep in discussion about the open sores on Annie’s back, which were beginning to do more than just itch. They also bled. And they were starting to cause her pain.
What had begun as a mere irritation had slowly become hard bumps. The pain didn’t come until the skin split open. Now, what were once fingernail-sized rashes had become as wide as her fist, and they appeared to still be growing.
The physicians were using what she thought of as “medical talk”. It was a language unique to the physicians, but which others not of those Houses would understand. The Lords of Thunder also had their own special communication. In fact, all the Houses of
