Chapter 133 Sanle

• Sable
• I feel wrung out, like someone twisted me all around and hung me out to dry without considering the consequences to my well-being.
• Between barricading Cleo from my mind and helping Archer through his deep grief earlier, then spending most of the afternoon scrubbing blood out of the street in front of Malcolm’s house, I’m done. Well-done steak on a too-hot grill done. Too bad for me, life isn’t done asking things of me.