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I halt once I reach the first floor and immediately drop the bucket next to my leg as I stare down at the black bellies before I clench my fists and grit.
Ugh! I fling the cloth away so that it grazes my skin, and I watch it land on the floor. In utter annoyance, I look up and run my hand through my hair as I grumble, "Seriously, what the heck! I need to get out of here soon — " but I pause right after hearing light footsteps somewhere around the corner. I press my lips and narrow my eyes to look out for the intruder; ironic. Come on, my powers. You have got to heal faster. What's taking so long? I roll my eyes and huff, glancing at the bucket.
With a low groan escaping my lips, I reluctantly pick it up again. "Let's just get this s**t over with for now." By the time I dust,
