Neverwylde (The Rim of the World book 3)
“Jules had removed his shirt and was tearing it into strips for Sandow to use as bandages. The physician poured water over her leg to wash away the blood. It was then she could see the stiff little black things still embedded in her skin like grisly thumbtacks. Using a knife, he tried to pry one of the pincers from her flesh. Sharp pain shot up her leg, and she jerked it from his grasp. Sandow bobbed his head. “That’s what I was afraid of. They’re barbed.” “Barbed?” Jules peered closer. Kelen glanced over at Kyber, but he was out of it. In a way, she was glad he wasn’t aware of this new development. He didn’t need to be worrying about her. He needed to be concentrating on getting well himself. “Kel?” She looked back at the doctor. “I’m going to have to either cut them out, or try to pull them out.
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