Chapter 72

I take my right hand to my face to move one of the strands of my hair away, but a pinch prevents me. I raise my arm as close as I am to my eyes to understand the reason for the discomfort. My wrist is sewn as far as the cuts were made. Despite the already clean and practically invisible blood, I can still smell iron and pus. I turn my head without the slightest care and soon I curse myself for the movement, feeling it heavy and painful. There is a pain below my hair, almost close to the back of my neck. I try to reach the pain with the other hand, my muscles relax, and finally I convince myself that I have no strength.

An argument happens right within reach of my ears, I am ready to ask the voices to shut up when I realize that the conversation unfolds outside my head, by real people.

"I'm not implying anything! "Candice's indignation is just a thread for the distance she is in.

I hear the noise of something falling hard on the floor. "Do y