Chapter 158 Filthy

TESSARA

Zariss's grip was iron around my arm as she dragged me out of the clinic, her nails biting into my skin with the intent to leave scars. I stumbled along, trying to keep my balance, the floor seeming to spin with every step. Behind us, Dr. Crox's voice thundered, echoing down the hall.

"Be careful!" he exclaimed. "She's still recovering from her injuries."

Zariss turned around with a glare.