ALLISON
A week had passed since my run-in with the Royal, and I’d spent that entire purgatory trapped in the Association’s clinic, acting the part of the recovering victim.
But I wasn't recovering. I was changing.
The blade wound that had narrowly missed my heart, a jagged tear that should have taken months to mend, was now no more than a faint, silvery line on my midsection. A ghost of an injury, no bigger than a paper cut. The flesh had knit together with a speed that was nothing short of blasphemous. There was almost no trace that I’d nearly bled out on that cold warehouse floor.
It had taken every ounce of my cunning to hide the unnatural healing from Dr. Miyuki, but somehow, I’d managed. If she’d seen the truth, if she’d witnessed how my body stitched itself back together like a m
