"Late-stage cancer?" Jaxon's laugh is sharp, his eyes dripping with mockery as he glares at me. "Margot, you're something else. Bribing healers now?"
I open my mouth to speak, but he shoves me down onto the blood-draw chair. "Do it!"
The needle pierces my vein, and pain shoots through me, my fingertips trembling. Blood flows through the tube, slow and steady, as my vision starts to blur.
"Keep going," Jaxon's voice echoes, like it's coming from another room. "Aubrey needs more."
I watch bag after bag of my blood get carted away, my world fading to black. The last thing I see is Jaxon's back as he strides toward Aubrey's room, not even glancing at me.
When I come to, a healer's swapping out my IV. She looks at me, sighing. "Margot, why didn't you tell him about the cancer? Drawing this
