The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

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lit by roaring bonfires. Chaos reigned. The air

as, one of the tribe's best hunters. His abdomen had been laid open by the claws of a

essed desperately against his stomach, weeping hys

herbs and gray ash. His face was grim. He spoke loudly to the crowd, de

scious Eleanor to Amos and strode

anor awake. She gasped, her eyes snapping open. S

n preparing to dump dirty ash directly into the open

Eleanor

lammed her hands into Malachi's chest, pus

. Malachi stumbled backward, dropping

ling finger at Eleanor. "The outsider!

growl that silenced the murmurs. He gripped his spear, his eyes daring anyone to

ropped to her knees beside Sila

sending blinding spikes of agony shooting up her arms. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper, forcing her violently tremb

o a specific spot above the wound. She pressed with all her body weight, locking eyes with the older woman, and let out a fierce, commanding yel

lushing the dirt and ash out of the w

ostatic forceps from her kit. With a quic

ow of blood st

at the shiny silver tool pinching the flesh, un

ark magic! She is

etely blocking Greta's view. He shot her a glar

and a packet of catgut thread. She had n

ng to fight!" Eleanor ye

n the opposite side of Silas and pinned the hunter's s

pierced

ing scream and thrashed violently. Jace's muscle

tic precision, stitching the muscle layers, then

She swabbed the area with iodine and taped

um antibiotics. She popped two pills out, forced Silas's jaw open,

collapsed backward onto the dirt, her chest

hing, previously shallow and erratic, settled into a s

rtbeat. She let out a wail of pure joy, threw herself a

eanor. The suspicion and hostility were gone. In t