Eliansuckedinaharshbreath,broingintoadeepfrowedawake.

        Hethrewhiseyesopenandlookeddown—onlytoseethatCra,who’dbeenlyingtherequietly,hadsomehowfoundstrengthfromnowhere.Herlefthandhadsuddenlytightenedlikeavice,ghisfingersintoacrushedknotlikeacrabinfullpanic.

        Ithadn’tbeensobaduntilsheheardthewords*removetheneedle*.

        Thosetwokeywordsinstantlyshenervesshe’dfinallymaorex.Hereyeswerestillshuttight,butierror,hernailsdugmercilesslyintothefleshonthebackofElian’shand.

        “LinChu-Qing初晴…areytomurderme?”

        Elianbaredhisteethinpain,allsleepwipedinasinglesed.Andonlythendidherealize,alittledespairingly—

        Thiswomanwasn’tjustafraidofneedles.

        Shewasterrifiedof*removing*them,too.

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