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Thank goodness Theron was the one to carry me out of the alchemists’ house. Even under Artan and Oscar’s protests, he didn’t let go of me, until we were in my house, with my mother freaking out over me. This way, Darcy had to come to me. If they had taken me to Lovell, I was sure I would never be allowed out.
During Darcy’s healing session, Maire came to pick up her daughter. I cried with them when Annie ran to her mother’s arms and they hugged. Darcy, though, remained still and cold like an old hag.
“This will do,” Darcy said, rubbing off the smelly paste she used on the wound on my back. “Just take it easy for a few days.” She stood and put her things away, back inside her oversized bag. “I did my best, but I can’t heal off the scar that will mark your skin.”
A scar? s**t.
I let
