Jennifer
The pain was worse than the rejection. It wasn't the backlash—it was the agony of a heavy seal being ripped off my soul.
By the time Sebastian carried me back to the North Tower, half my face was bleeding. The dark birthmark peeled away like dead skin, revealing the intricate, glowing silver moon-crest underneath.
With the healer locked in the dungeons, no one dared approach the tower. Sebastian boiled the herbs himself.
He held the steaming bowl to my lips. "It's going to be bitter."
I took it and downed it in one gulp.
He looked at the empty bowl, a dark smile curving his lips. "You can take more pain than most of my Northern warriors."
I leaned back against the headboard, my hair plastered to my neck with sweat. "Don't praise me. I might get used to it."
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