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72 - Poison II
“Don’t push yourself. You’ll split your wounds open again.”
Kai looked up with a smile, perched on the edge of the bed. “I was waiting for you.”
“You were supposed to be resting.”
“But you came knowing I wouldn’t.” He stretched out his hand toward her. “Do you want to help me leave this place? I’m sick of it. And so are the little ones.”
She followed his gaze to the corner where Netra and Serqet were currently fighting over something—oh, no. “Get that out of your mouths!”
“Leave them. They should enjoy the time they have.”
“That’s yours,” she said hotly as she whirled back around to shoot him a dirty look. “Why are you letting them play with it? You’re teaching them bad habits.”
“They’ll never outgrow it. They say dragons love gold.”
She ignored him and stomped toward them, but instead of displaying any hasty remorse over
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