“The damn organ between his ribs continued to pound relentlessly. He cursed again, gripping the windowsill until his knuckles turned white, but his heart wouldn't slow. As if insisting on reminding him that he had one.” — Hannah Nicole Maehrer Copy Share Image
“See the healer, Sage. We have a big week ahead of us, and I can’t afford you falling dead on me.” “I don’t think… — Hannah Nicole Maehrer Copy Share Image
“The damn organ between his ribs continued to pound relentlessly. He cursed again, gripping the windowsill until his knuckles turned white, but his heart… — Hannah Nicole Maehrer Copy Share Image
