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n't move, otherwise even God can't save you"-s

ure of shock and disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how a s

fingers deftly unfastening the top two buttons of his so

t I was faster. My other hand, holding a silver needle, moved like a

n torn from his throat. The burning sensation of silver against a werew

d died on his lips. He could feel it. The raging firestorm inside him, the poison th

is upper body. This was my signature technique as Healer "X"-fighting poison with poison. Using trace amounts of specially treated si

ian's body began to subside. He sagged against a cold, wet rock, ga

s a new look, complex and searching. The raw hostilit

. This time, it wasn't a thre

lean on a cloth before carefully placing it back

ttractive sound. "Save my life? Or take it? Treating a werewol

e the energy to joke means you're not going to die. I'l

confirmed his condition, demonstrated my value, a

said from

ut didn't

on." His voice had regained som

A sliver of sun broke through the

me is

e flicker of astonishment in his ey

fian

The calm, mysterious, and dangerously competent woman before him was nothing

another question. I turned and q

of the cliff, I could feel my ow

cliff's edge in my rearview mirror. A man in a sharp