Chapter Tweny-Seven
David woke to darkness, his head still against the tombstone at an awkward angle. He could feel someone sitting next to him, their knees touching his ribs, his hand held in theirs. They had soft, warm hands with long fingers. David looked up at the night sky, the starlight blocked by the gathered clouds, bathing the entire forest in a sheet of pure darkness. David wheezed, pushing himself up to a seated position. He felt a hand come behind his head, causing him to wince. “Sorry,” a girl’s voice said. That made David look at the shadowed figure in shock. He’d expected Lee, or maybe Opal, to be waiting for him; not some mystery girl. “I have some Distilled Willow’s Bark mixed with crushed Senega root, it should dull the pain. Here, drink.” A cool metal cup met David’s parched lips, a sudde
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