CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
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Amendiel bursts into the tent, his heart racing with a mix of terror and urgency. His eyes lock on Faelyn's restless form instantly.
Her face is contorted into a grimace of pain, perspiration drenching her pale skin; as she turns wildly on the bed, Sebi and a maid struggle to hold her down.
The sound of her ravaged breathing and the crackling sound of burning incense permeates the air.
"Get away, no don't touch it, it hurts!" Faelyn screams again, shoving Sebi with her flailing hands just as Amendiel joins them in two hurried strides.
"She won't allow me to touch the wound on her neck…" Sebi says helplessly.
Amendiel's eyes narrow at Faelyn, who appears to be in another shuddering episode of pain. The yellow and green inflammation on her neck is already worse than it was a few hours ago, and the infection has begun to spread all across the whole area of her throat.
