I rose from the bath and dried off, lying naked on the bed, back exposed, my arm extended to the side. I tried to prepare for the pain of her treatment but could not stop from curling into myself when she began her work, starting with the medicine she poured on my arm and back. The odor was sharp and foul, and I groaned, burying my face in the covers. After, she smoothed something thick over each wound and wrapped them.

When she was finished, she pressed her hand to my forehead again. I avoided her gaze, not wishing to see her concern. As she cleaned her hands on her dress, she spoke.

“I do not know that anything I have done will slow the infection,” she said. “We will have to hope Adrian can.” Ana left with instructions to wear something loose. “And take off the binding as soon as you are able.”

Outside my robe, I only had one loose gown and it was white. The neckline hung off my shoulders, embellished with crystals. The sleeves were like wings, covering my arms and the bite, which had gone numb since Ana’s treatment. Once I was dressed, I headed downstairs to the great hall where the wounded had been taken. Ana had begun her work and moved from patient to patient.

They lay beside one another, row upon row, all in various states of unease. Some moaned in pain, others were unconscious, and all the wounds were horrific. I paused before one, a young boy who writhed on the floor, his face swollen and red with the bite of an aufhocker. The woman beside him was still, though breathing, her shoulder mangled, but I could not tell if it was from teeth or claws. A man sat propped against the wall with his bloodied leg stretched out, a thick flap of skin and muscle splayed open on the floor.

Finally, I made my way over to Ana, who knelt beside a child, prodding a bite that looked a lot like mine. After a moment, she sighed and rose to her feet, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Most will not survive this,” she said.

I knew what she meant. Those with bites would have to be executed. I looked back at the bodies—so many bodies—lining the floor of the hall.

“How will you do it?” I asked, quiet.

“Poison,” she said and looked at me. “I will give them poison.”

“Is that truly merciful?” I asked.

“It is better than burning them alive,” she said.

Just then, a horn blasted from outside.