infected tissue during the warmer months.
Horrifying, certainly, but no creature could have lived inside Gideon for nearly three decades.
The parasite was recent.
The metal was not.
That realization was somehow worse.
She placed the tweezers down.
I won’t pull the metal.
Gideon’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
Why?
Too deep. I could make you bleed badly. We need a doctor.
His expression hardened at once.
He wrote:
No.
Rosalie expected the refusal.
Why?
He did not answer immediately.
Then:
Doctors made it worse.
Rosalie looked at
the scar behind his
