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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: THE HEALER

Solan was absolutely livid.

But I quickly found out that her anger was not a fiery blazing inferno, it was a blistering cold snow storm. 

Chills skated up my spine as she let me lead her back to my room and called on June to assist to clean up my wounds.

I clamped my mouth shut as she set to work, scolding me and muttering about Ophelia while June who wore a worried expression on her face stood by her side with a metal tray half filled with a sterilizing medicine.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the stinging pain as Solan dabbed at my injury with a cotton swab dipped in methylated spirit, her actions tact and precise.

As she worked, she muttered under her breath, "Who does Ophelia even think she is?" She scoffed out a chuckle in wicked amusement. "A common scullery maid like her that cleaned out chimneys-"

Her earlier words against Ophelia had been unintelligible mumbles that I didn't really pay attention to but the words that just left her

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