"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" she muttered, her voice lifeless, her head buzzing.

Casper glanced at the wound on his hand, a mix of irritation and anger flashing in his eyes. "Go get the first-aid kit," he barked. Eliza stood still, unresponsive.

"Are you deaf? Go!" he shouted, his voice sharper.

Eliza froze for a moment before turning to fetch the kit. She placed it in front of Casper.

He looked up, frustration in his gaze. "You expect me to handle this myself? How am I supposed to manage that?"

"I'll do it," she replied softly.

She took out the alcohol, cleaned the blood from his palm, applied antiseptic, sprinkled healing powder, and wrapped it all up with gauze, securing it with a neat knot. Her movements were smooth and gentle as if she'd done this a thousand times.

"All done," she said.

"Useless at most things, but pretty handy with this," he sneered.

bother to respond. She was

you stop me? Isn't that the outcome you wanted?" she

you really think

didn't

going to find out whether you stabbed

investigation, the truth would come out. But if

you can

looked up, puzzled. "Make amends?

me for a social

to go,

south of the city. His wife loves playing the harp. You two might have a lot

force herself into

scoffed. "Eliza,

mother's clinical trial to stop and for

her temper

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