Ava’s POV
When got inside the chamber the healers prepared for me, they peeled the bandages away from my side, and I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. The air hit the raw skin and it burned like fire spreading under my ribs.
"Easy, my lady," one of them said quietly, pressing a damp cloth to the wound. The cloth stung and I flinched.
They worked without talking, their hands were quick but shaky. I could hear them breathing fast, like they were scared of even touching me wrongly. Maybe they were, because half of Moonclaw had heard the stories by now. About me and the rogues. About everything.
The door creaked open.
"Please, I just want to see her," my stepmother's voice came through, all sweet and fake.
Tracy’s sharper voice followed. “We only came to check on her.”
The healer
