LEILA
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My thighs were throbbing even through the thick bandages I had managed to wrap around them.
It was a grim skill I’d picked up in this life, knowing how to treat wounds, especially after seeing Alvin shoot that poor nurse without a second thought, it has resurfaced within me, it hasn’t been me who’d had the knitting pin yanked out, Gerald had handled that, his face grim as he’d worked.
We had left that burning hellhole behind, and as we drove further away, a deafening boom echoed in the distance. I turned to see Alvin’s estate engulfed in flames, a raging inferno against the dark sky.
“We need your help,” Gerald said, his clothes looking fresh, like he’d changed into something new.
He seemed to have regained his composure, but my mind was still racing, fixated on Damien.
