Kaya wasn't certain whether this man could truly identify the poisons in her body, let alone detoxify them. But one thing was clear—his medical knowledge was far sharper than most.
And that was exactly what unsettled her.
The longer she stayed, the more likely it became that he would uncover something else—something far more dangerous. That she wasn't what she claimed to be. That she wasn't even a beastman at all.
Kaya's chest tightened. No matter what the poisons were, no matter how deadly, she would not risk being exposed. She refused to become a specimen on some healer's table, torn apart and studied like an animal.
She straightened her back, every nerve braced with cold resolve. Better to leave ignorant than to stay and be unmasked.
The healer stepped forward and caught Kaya's wrist again. Her body tensed instantly, a cold glare cutting toward him—but before she could snap, he quickly lifted his other hand in surrender and released her.
