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**LINCOLN POV**
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Tink and I sit on my bed as she wraps my wrist up. We’ve both been silent since she has taken me away from the scene of my mom and King Constatinos. My hair is still dripping from the shower after the healing bath. Although the bath did wonders for the pain in my cheek and arm, the fumes smelled lie sewage, and I’m even more disappointed that I have to take another one in the morning…. It took over ten minutes of constant scrubbing to get that smell off of me.
“You must’ve said something really offensive,” Tink whispers, packing up the medical supplies.
“Yeah….. I did.” God, he was so angry. Tears warm my eyes knowing how much I was in the wrong, and, even more so, how it made him angry enough to strike me. The words keep repeating in my head and I’ve never f
