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“I did nothing wrong, why would she want to hurt me?” Azura asked. Her hair was disheveled and she still had her nightwear on with a shore that Thorne got for her wrapped around her. The early morning cold was getting to her, not to add that her body was almost revealed with how light her gown was. The tiny room with an enormous window didn’t make it all better. The early morning breeze blew in like a storm and caused a chill around the room.
The lady who owned the inn stared at her as she paced to and fro like a spoiled child that had been declined something petty. Then, she turned away and turned to Thorne who sat at the small bed. She was helping him clean his wounds and apply herbs to his injuries, injuries that seemed they had been placed gently on him to avoid death.
Havi
