Chapter 427 It's Not Over Yet

• *Isla*
• Poppy groans as I help her sit up in bed, her face twisting with discomfort. While my magic was about to heal the stab wounds across her belly, she is still recovering from the black and blue bruises that cover her entire abdomen. She looks terrible, but I do my best not to make a face as I lift up her shirt to look at the… carnage. That’s the only way I can describe it.
• “I’ll live, Isla,” she rasps, rolling her eyes as she playfully swats my hand away.