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The Healer's Bargain

Chapter 3 Amara's POV

Word Count: 1286    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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from Geneva and Tokyo and Baltimore, all on heavy cream letterhead, all circling the same sentence in diffe

he page down and pressed two fing

down the corridors of Larkspur. It meant we have run

ion markers well above where they should sit in a healthy sixteen-year-old. Someone had

in the corridor with her

glancing down the hall like someone might be listening. "He doesn't allow visitors. The last

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that-" Mrs. Pell stopped herself and sighed, the sigh of a woman who had been outmaneuvered by a twelve-year-old more oft

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knew it before Mrs. Pell knocked. The strip of floor beneath the door showed no light at all, and the air that leake

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or on the other side. Glass, heavy

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ra set her hand on the knob, and Mrs. Pel

open

made out a shape by the far wall: a wheelchair, angled toward nothing, and the pale smudge of a face tu

lain figurine by the sound of it, and it hit the doorframe a

gs. She knew the difference between a boy who wanted to hit you and a boy

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miss. I wa

behind her, sealing them both in the dark. "I'm Amara. I'm marrying your father in si

ullen: "Everyone

g. "Two years of specialists and nobody thought to track your nutrition alongside your medication. Your iron is low. Your B12 is worse.

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o. I don't make promises about bodies. Bodies don't care about our deadlines. But I'd rather be wro

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room dark?

ey come in and they look at the chair, and then they look at my face, and th

a deal. You keep the dark, and I'll keep my face neutral. I won't smile at you like you're a dog. But I need to draw blood and examine yo

heard the faint

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ned a sound that could

t, practical voice she'd used with frightened patients at Larkspur. The boy watched her hands, not her face. Whe

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and packed her satchel with the same careful calm she'd used

years of specialists had missed something so basic that it bordered on

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ering, rigid as a coat rack. Her eyes went o

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he vial. "Have someone bring him tea and toast in an ho

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vial warm in her fist, and did not

boy in the dark, no one had thought to ask why he was sitting there.

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“Amara Whitlock loses her mother, and before the funeral ends, her father, stepmother, and stepsister have her committed to an asylum - a convenient way to erase an inconvenient heir. Ten years inside, she's mentored by the asylum's healers and cooks, emerging not broken but formidable: a master herbalist who can heal what doctors have given up on, and a woman who runs a kitchen like a command post. Released at last, she finds her family waiting at the gate - not from guilt, but need. Her stepsister was set to marry a feared mafia don, and now they want Amara to take her place. She agrees, on her own terms: her mother's stolen inheritance returned, and total, permanent severance from the family. Then she walks into the Cross household and finds two boys running the house like feral little tyrants - one of whom hasn't walked in years. She didn't come here to fall in love. She came to reclaim her life. But putting this family back together might do exactly that anyway.”