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"Drayce?"
"What the fuck happened to Rhea, Harris? Why didn't you take her to the hospital?" Kael's voice was a low growl, laced with anger, his free hand gripping the kitchen counter, knuckles whitening.
Harris's voice crackled through, tired but steady, a hint of defensiveness cutting through.
"I tried to take her to a hospital, Drayce," he said, his tone clipped. "She insisted they were small wounds, demanded I drop her at the Haven. I didn't put her collar on so she could heal faster. You know how it suppresses regeneration."
Kael's eyes narrowed, his voice rising, sharp with accusation. "She's knocked out right now, Harris! Exhausted, lost an unhealthy amount of blood—her wounds aren't small. You saw her condition. You should've forced her to the hospital!"
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There was a pause, the line heavy with silence, then Harris sighed, his voice rough, strained.
