Lili lay in the hospital bed, her skin clammy with fever, the sheets sticking faintly to her arms as the nurse carefully peeled away the dressing from her shoulder. The wound still throbbed, a pulsing sting that felt alive, almost unnatural—like something deeper than mere injury lurked beneath the flesh. “You shouldn’t have moved, miss,” … Continue reading Princess Of Death | Chapter 25: The Mirror That Lied Too Late