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ss. I had my money.

ouldn't just walk away. The Healer's in

ng myself for b

ed stall owner, broke free from the guards. His eyes w

om my hand. "It's mine!" h

turned

I was behind him, a sharp strike to the back of his knee sending him sp

ffed him securely and dragged h

Arthur Sterling. His butler tried to wave me a

rthur's wrist. It was faint, thready, and chaotic. His

ms. "An ambulance! We need an ambulance!

ice cutting through their panic. "By th

e, their faces a mixtur

ean? Are you a doctor?

I replied calmly.

herb journal and withdrew a cloth-wrapped bundle. I unrolled it, reveal

y were Moon-Needles, crafted from moonstone, ancient tools of a Healer. T

eedles! The legendary relics of t

or explanations

old Alpha's shirt. My fingers flew over his chest, mapping

perfect precision into a point at the center of his chest. The movement

energy through the needle, coaxing the chaotic g

body was too weak. After just one n

onitor, his eyes wide. The flat-lining he

rabbing the appraiser's arm. "Th

dle, then the third. Each one

o Arthur's pale face. His ragged breat

d stabilized. He took a sharp, sudden breath, and

wave of exhaustion washing o

port me, but I sidestepped his t

voice hoarse. "He need

r" coin back into Bernard

e and awe. The appraiser stammered, "Miss... who...

ve one. They were revered. But a Healer who could use the

to press another card into my han

body through the parting crowd, and dis

st. And I needed to find herbs