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Her Blood, His Madness

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1044    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

te scratches on the wall, the full weight of Cassie's calculat

Now

rom my lungs. My

tilted and

ct of the outbuilding's

or of it all was too much to

n a hospita

iseptic was sick

chair by the window, h

in, his face k

psed from severe emotional distress and

sorry. The cause of death was hypotherm

worked her nearly to death b

And Ms. Vance... the stress... I'm

my stomach. Fl

Declan's chil

owell in for a check-up yesterday. She insisted. Very anxious about her own

h death and suffering, was frag

t the doctor's mention of Cass

old emptiness had settled

a was gone. The new

t to tie me to this p

Matilda earlier solidified

Complete

re, but self-preservation. I had to

me, her formidable

ke rash decisions in your grief. That child... it w

r my hand, but

. Your plasma... It's the only thing. And perhaps... perhaps this child could

, of obligation, around me again. Using Gr

y, pricked through my numbness. A fresh wave of gri

tears. She mis

a breakthrough. "You feel it too. There's still a connection. I

r eyes, ready to broker another dea

presumably t

my hospital room phon

k to my friend Sarah back home, vibrated. It

voice, raw with

"make him understand." He was

at you've done? Killing my son, cursing my

barrage of base

clan, not a witch!" I m

ssie told me! She felt the evil, t

hinged, utterly cons

ch a great healer, why didn't you save Liam? Why didn't you sav

kery wa

fted, becoming cru

ffin, is also unwell, stressed by all this. Go to the pet store. Get Muffin the special organic lamb treats. The ones from New

thing. While I was still in a hospital bed, mourning my son, my grandmother,

early expectin

No flicker of remorse. Only Cas

ut the child *we* had lost. It was as if it, and I,

e. He was lost. And I needed to

pinged on my ph

ydrating face mist she likes, the one with rosewater and unicorn tears, or whatever damn fa

age of the spe

ting knife. He wasn't just indifferent

his time from C

of face mist, not the travel size. Declan is so forgetful with details. And be

instructions, layered on top of De

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