Chapter 47
MADDOX Vixen’s heart slows to a less alarming rate and her breaths even out as she falls asleep. I’ve never seen a command work on her before, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The top of her head is lined with red and raw welts from clawing at herself like she was trying to tear off her own skin. My heart aches with her agony and deep guttural sobs, piercing through my mortal flesh and wounding my soul. She looks serene with her beautiful face now relaxed. Her tanned skin is pale with dehydration and dotted with hand-shaped bruises. The sight of them ignites a fire in my gut that refuses to quell. As I cleaned her up in the bath, I repeatedly found myself scrubbing at them, like I was trying to wash them away and growled when it didn’t work. Her uncharacteristically m
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