Chapter 33

“Your ankle is healing, but slowly,” Dr. Morris said, examining my ankle with gentle fingers. “You really need to stay off it for a week or

two.

I bit back a sigh. “That’s not possible right now.”

The medical center was quiet this afternoon, the antiseptic smell mingling with the subtle scent of healing herbs used specifically for silver poisoning. My ankle throbbed dully as the doctor prodded at the silvery veins that still traced across my skin, each touch sending

jolts of pain up my leg.

“Elsa, this isn’t just about pain management,” she frowned.

“Yeah, thanks for the reminder about my shitty biology,” I muttered under my breath. I knew she was right, but I also knew my bank account couldn’t afford to miss work. My mother’s treatment was expensive, and with Drake withholding my quarterly bonus, I needed