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18. The curse. Katarina. My body is so heavy, I just want to curl up in a ball and close my eyes, but something stronger than my conscience stops me. A tug on my heart, a beat in my veins, a name in my blood. Killian. Killian! I open my eyes, my head hanging from my neck and all I see are my blurry feet brushing the floor. Killian... Killian... Killian... Killian... Like leather slicing through the air, then crashing against skin, the sound makes my skin crawl. Scourge. Scourge. Scourge. "I haven't betrayed him." Scourge. Scourge. And another one. "Don't lie to me!" "I'm not lying to you." One more scourge. I put all my strength both physically and emotionally to lift my face and right there in front of me, a blurry, yet sharp image strikes straight into my heart.