#Chapter 166: Healing Charm

Kayla I woke to the sensation of cold metal against my chest. My eyes fluttered open to find a doctor, the same one from Bluemoon, leaning over me with a worried expression on his face. He was pressing his stethoscope to my sternum, his brow furrowed as he listened to my heartbeat. It only took a moment for the pain to set in. When I tried to swallow, it felt like someone had taken sandpaper to my trachea, and my chest felt like I had swallowed lava. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic wheeze. “Don’t try to talk,” the doctor said. “Your larynx has sustained significant trauma.” The memories crashed back into me then—chairman William Straud and Isabella in the cottage, Liam’s hands crushing my windpipe, the look of satisfaction on my old friend’s face as she watched me struggle for air. Vanessa. She’d almost let me die. No, not just let me—she had had a hand in it herself. She had conspired with all of them to take my who