Lost Soul (DarkWorld: SkinWalker Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
This time the pain lanced through my body and straight into my brain. Fiery agony gripped me and I came out of Walker speed so fast I tripped and fell. I curled into a ball and ended up rolling a few feet. Not a comfortable thing when a bag and a satchel full of weapons is strapped to one's back. I panted, sucking in air as much to ease the pain as for the need to breathe. I lay on the sidewalk assessing my body, admitting that the Wraith poison would have begun to take its toll by now. I twisted my left arm and almost screamed at the agony of the movement. I knew that feeling. The poison had spread, thick and malignant within my flesh and veins. I needed Logan's fire treatment. Now. But common sense said I'd get none. Not from Logan himself, and not from his magical fire syringes either. I'd used the last ones for my last treatment. I was all out of luck until we got home. I'd just have to suck it up for now.
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