Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

There was little cause for concern. She had seen Cicero do worse things to himself before. Compared to the poison ivy, deliberately infecting his wounds, this was child's play. Harmless. Had Damien not seen Cicero when he was like that?

She sighed. Cicero's methods were unorthodox at best, but they made sense to her, in a strange way. She didn't know what to say; her brothers were closer to each other than they were to her. She stepped to the side, letting the two talk it out.