Wesson calmly pulled out a silk handkerchief and placed it on my wrist, his brow furrowing deeper as he studied me.
Finally, he smiled and said, "You're in good health."
I scoffed internally at his incompetence, but suddenly, I coughed up blood—yet again. It was becoming a routine, and I had lost count of this month.
He handed me a small vial with a smile. "Your health is contingent on following my advice. Medicine works wonders, you know. Do you trust me?"
4
I had no idea what Wesson had said to them, but to my surprise, they didn't bother me again.
It was an unspoken agreement among them to pretend nothing had happened.
But that didn't mean Fiona would let things lie.
She always seemed to find ways to trip me up, whispering poison into Ashley's ear and fueling her disdain for me.
I wanted to walk away, but it felt like there was an invisible chain binding me.
The urge to escape grew heavier each day, and whether what Wesson handed me was poison or a lifesaver, I took it all as he advised.
As another winter rolled in, I surprisingly didn't feel as cold as before.
Cassian dragged me along on a shopping trip. When he spotted some candies on the side of the street, he asked if I wanted some.