My Hundredth Death: A Mother's Vengeance

r!" Etha

hand, but not before I'd drawn a deep, bleeding gash across my neck.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Trying to kil

d at him, my

piercing scream. "My face!

as worse. Angry red welts were erupting, the flesh looking infected,

his eyes filled with accusation. "You did t

over from my deathbed, yet too weak to be believe

on, my priso

contempt. My meals, when they came, were spoiled leftovers. The nurses handled me roughly, their faces p

ccepted the rough treatment, saving every bit of my energy. My body wasted away, the muscles in my arms and legs atr

a spark of compassion that hadn't been extinguished by hospital bureaucracy. H

me, his expression shifti

turned a few minutes later with Ethan,

not even looking at me. "Is she fa

lowed hard, his gaze

rembling slightly. "It's... it's not an