The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 53

Under the moonlight, Clement and I left the estate in disguise to roam into the villages.

It was admittedly dangerous; that’s why I snuck out that night. Aldrich would never let me go, and I also did not know if he’d approve of me returning to my former life. He was so protective and territorial, he would also never permit me to prowl the night with another man, despite the fact Clement would never see me that way. I was still certain he viewed me as a mere child.

In the first village we visited, there were several people tucked into straw blankets for warmth along the streets. Women, men, and even some children. They rejoiced when they saw us, forcing me to try to remember why I ever stopped doing this in the first place.

her arms. They were shivering in the crisp autumn night. Her dark hair matched the bags under her eyes. I walked right up to her, kneeling onto the pavement.

as a statement and not a question.

on their skin, and it seemed like some sort of rash, even littering their faces.

ss, “just my children.”

e.

e will treat any topical blemishes,” I told her, handin

“I can’t take this from you,” she said with concern, slight panic in her eyes.

ual sickness, however.”

her, who winced.

ore efficiently.”

she had to.

n worked better and thought more strategically at night.

heo’s room. I merely tiptoed past him and then entered t

ed so that the maids wouldn’t take them.

r, I couldn’t stifle the rush of adrenaline from helping those people. I finally felt of use again, like I deserved to be in this estate with Aldrich, maybe even deserved it more than him.

the top of the barrel of poor people experiencing the current epidemic. I vehemently agreed to meet him at the same time the next night; I would just s

. I heard the shuffle of him removing his clothes befo

s side, his voice cloaked with pain.

parent pain.

wning, “what is wrong?”

in immediately dissolving from his face. “I’m sorry, my Cathy, did I wake you?”

?” I ignored his question, my concern

y, lying down o

he bed,” I pointed out accusingly.

hed, squeezing his eyes shut exasperatedly. “Cathy, I’ve had a long night. Can we drop it? I’ll let you thoroughly interrogate me tom

ng something from me.”

pen.

shrank back from him. “What is t

y armoire for proper apparel.

ease just come back to bed.”

d on a long sleeved white nightgown.

t up, the covers falling off his bare chest. “Wi

crossing my arms. “Yes.”

se?”

“No.”

st wounds I had ever seen.

ison arrow gash.

scabbing, like it was a fresh wound. The puss was green, and the skin bordering the wound was a purple hue. It seemed like the wound had gotten bigger, like something ripped it open recently. I

he told me he was fine.

bed, finding my slippers. He immediately protested and stood up from the bed.

en you’re dead?”

er and the degree of the accusation.

on’t use my own excuses against me,” I said wit

knew you’d work day and night to try to find the solution to it,” he said, “I wanted to spend time together the

a great time together before you drop dead?”

asn’t

he purple spreading through his abdomen.

hy.”

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