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64. Fighting Words

Two days.

Jackson had been out for two days.

Layla placed the wet cloth on his forehead again and then studied his unconscious state. He looked like he was just sleeping, and his features were softened. So many emotions swirled inside her that she couldn’t make sense of any of them.

Jackson was larger than life. When he was angry with her, when he made love to her, when he looked at her, he always evoked such extreme emotions in her. Now he looked harmless. He looked so vulnerable that she felt a hint of protectiveness towards him. It was funny how her fear of Jackson had disappeared now that he was so helpless. The need to stay by his side to take care of him was as strong as it was confusing.

And she felt driven to touch him constantly as if she was trying to reassure herself that he was still alive.

She shouldn’t have felt any of those things, especially now that she knew what he was.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” she whispered, pushing a lock of his sweat-drenched hair out of his
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