The girl, who couldn’t have been a day older than Sinna, limped over to a set of wooden shelves and picked a vial from the bunch. Her step was uneven, her right leg dragging as if her knee didn’t work properly. Aiden’s keen eye picked out that it was shorter than her left, damaged somehow, but her long, wide pants hid any evidence of what it might have been.
Dee came within arm’s reach of Klaus, just close enough for him to take the vial and shoo her back to work. As he held the glass container up to the light, Aiden followed the girl’s slow retreat to her work station.
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