Chapter 13

Isolde's POV

"Morning, Nyssa," I called, trying to hide my wince.

She paused mid-stretch. "Morning, Isolde. How are you feeling today?"

"Like I've been hit by a freight train," I groaned, rolling my shoulders. "Every bone and muscle is screaming bloody murder."

She gestured toward the open s...

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