Chapter 81:Desperate Pleas (Grace’s POV)
The pain was unbearable, but I was used to that by now. My body burned as if every vein was filled with molten silver, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of torment through me. I gritted my teeth, sweat dripping from my forehead as I clutched the phone with trembling hands.
"Thomas, you can’t keep pushing me like this!" My voice cracked, hoarse and desperate. For a moment, I thought I heard him sigh, but then his cold, cruel tone ripped through the line.
"No more excuses," Thomas said sharply. "You promised me the moonstone elixirs. I want them. Now."
I nearly broke. It felt like he was tightening a noose around my neck. My breathing grew erratic, and my chest tightened. "I told you I can’t!" I cried, my words coming out in a torrent. "Do you think I’m stalling on purpose? Look at me! I can’t even stand without help!"
There was a silence on the other end, but instead of comfort, it only made my frustration boil.
"You don’t understand," I whispered bitterly. "This... this poison, i

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