~Thane~
Everything hurts, and it felt as if a beast was gnawing at me at the stumps where my hand and leg once were. As I was laid in the healer’s tent, I inhaled the stench of my own blood and of herbs.
When the healer started attending to me, I screamed with every touch to my body.
I should have died. I mean, everything that she had done was aimed to kill me, but somehow, Vanessa has found a way to get me here.
“You are lucky to be alive,” the healer handling me muttered, his voice shaking as he wrapped bandages around what remained of my leg. “But the wounds are not healing,” he added. “Since you were attacked with a cursed sword, it made it hard to be able to cure you, and this is beyond my skill, so you could die if infection sets in.”
“Lucky?” I spat out angrily. “That b***h too
