Faye's POV
"Heal him," Hardy commanded, his voice cutting through the dim air as he pointed toward the motionless figure lying nearby.
The man's military uniform immediately marked him as one of Hardy's officers. "Make it quick," he added with authority.
I nodded briefly and approached the injured lieutenant, intentionally positioning myself so my back faced the doctor standing several steps behind me. This was the same physician who had examined me earlier, undoubtedly following Hardy's instructions. I wondered silently whether he understood the true nature of my abilities.
"Poison..." I whispered, dropping to my knees beside the lieutenant's still body. The flickering lantern cast dancing shadows across his pale face. Droplets from my wet hood fell softly onto the wooden floor, though I paid them no attention. My entire focus centered on the wound below his collarbone, where dark blood stained the white skin where the toxic blade had found its mark.
