Chapter 34: Assassination

Byron's face remained calm, his gaze steady and unwavering, as if the world had narrowed to just him and the patient before him. He rolled the silver needles deftly between his fingers, and a mysterious force seemed to flow along the metal, seeping into Wesley's body. Wesley felt a warm current surge through him, and the numbness that had deadened his limbs began to lift, thread by thread. The room fell silent. Every eye tracked Byron's every move, their breath caught in their throats. Worry...