Chapter 118
Author: Gem Lynne
last update2025-07-03 21:56:03

Nathan’s expression shifted. His eyes flickered with unexpected excitement. He had only hoped to get one from his visit to the village. Three was a gift.

“Then get them for me,” he said, almost eagerly.

Tarka smiled thinly and pointed toward a shaded corner near a small bamboo cabinet.

“You’ll find them over there,” he said.

Nathan turned, cautious but curious. His gaze narrowed the moment he looked at the corner. It was empty.

Before he could process what that meant, before he could even turn around, something struck the back of his neck hard.

The world tilted violently.

Colors smeared into one another like melted paint. A sharp pain flared up his spine. His knees gave out. His sight blurred.

And everything went dark.

Gasps rippled through the courtyard like a sudden storm as Nathan collapsed face-first onto the ground. His body hit the earth with a dull thud. The doctor took a staggered step forward, a horrified breath escaping him.

Behind Nathan stood Tarka, gripping a thick iron
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