Pulling the door with her head plastered to the door, Fiona waited until she was convinced that Cain had headed down the floor before closing her door and picking up her arm off the ground, even with her face slick with sweat and pain.
"Fuck!" she groaned under her breath even as she dug into the bottom of her clothes and brought out a potion with the color black. Something that was banned simply because the main ingredients were the bodies of werewolves—something Fiona didn't flinch at as she hurriedly poured it on her wound and her arm before attaching it, not surprised to see it immediately begin to heal as the pain also dulled.
The situation was critical, and she knew better than to wait for Cain to come back, considering that by the time he was done with her, her bones would also be crushed to paste.
