Chapter 47 047

Luca

The scent of iron and blood still clung to my hands.

Despite the fact that I had washed them. Scrubbed them, even. Every single inch of skin like it was the last thing I would ever do. But the metallic tang lingered like some sort of reminder... as if the pain had soaked beneath the skin.

My knuckles ached badly from the force of my blows..