Twelve
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LILY PACED AROUND the room, waiting for Monster to return.
An hour passed before the door opened again, but her stomach dipped in disappointment when Tudor walked in.
“Has he changed his mind?” she asked, suddenly nervous. If he decided she couldn’t be trusted to work on his face, what would become of her? She had no other use to him. If she couldn’t make a difference to his birthmark, would he just have her killed?
Tudor shook his head. “Not at all. He’s waiting for you in the clinic.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
To her surprise, Tudor caught hold of her wrist. His blue eyes drilled into hers with an intensity she’d not seen before.
“If you do anything to try to harm him,” the older man said, “I will see to it myself that you are killed. And don’t think for
