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“Sorrengail,' Xaden says, and my eyes fly open. 'You're leaking.' His gaze drops pointedly to my hands. Where blood is dripping from my fingertips. Pain erupts, pushing past my mental dam like a raging river at the sight of the mess I've made of my palms. I've shredded them. 'Do something about it,' he orders.” — Rebecca Yarros
Sorrengail,' Xaden says, and my eyes fly open. 'You're leaking.' His gaze drops pointedly to my hands.
Where blood is dripping from my fingertips.
Pain erupts, pushing past my mental dam like a raging river at the sight of the mess I've made of my palms. I've shredded them.
'Do something about it,' he orders.