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“I’m supposed to protect you,” Avery said under his breath.

Calexia let go of Avery’s arm, apparently finished with whatever she’d been doing. “No, you’re not.” Her eyes met his. “I literally just told you, I don’t need protection.”

Avery’s head swam and everything around him seemed to drift around too. Something wasn’t right, but that was hardly anything new. “Dad would be so disappointed in me.” Avery couldn’t remember the last time he’d called his father that. “I’m supposed to-”

Despite whatever Calexia had done to his arms they only throbbed more.

Avery muttered something about being a failure before noticing the onyx markings had gotten longer.
He squinted down at them, trying to discern whether his eyes were any more reliable than his foggy head.

Calexia said something, but Avery couldn’t hear.

He hissed as the pain spiked, and just when Avery didn’t think he could bear it anymore it was gone. The pain was gone, and along with it, all sense of feeling had gone with it.