Chapter 72

Avery

The change was immediately visible.

The grayish-purple tinge at the wound's edges had receded noticeably, the angry inflammation reduced. The seeping discharge had slowed to barely a trickle, and when I carefully pressed the tissue surrounding the infection, it gave normally instead of that spongy, corrupted resistance.

"Merrick?" My voice came out rough with suppressed emotion. "How do you