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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Your deep sympathy is overwhelming.” His tone was dry.
“I’m not sympathetic.” She said as acidly as usual.
“Aren’t you sweet.”
Approaching quickly, she drew near enough to see his face. Once his vibrant blue-green eyes were visible, she flicked her eyes red to better see in the dark. Letting her animal take in the sight of him. She could now see the claw marks tearing his skin from his chin up the side of his face.
He didn’t move. Unafraid of her despite her past aggressiveness.
“Are you okay?” She asked urgently. Without realizing what she was doing, she’d grabbed his square jaw and angled it down to her, so she could better inspect his injuries.
Your hands are warm.
Put them lower. It’ll make me feel better. But he was too tired to banter.
“She scratched me when she realized what I’d done to the dram.”
“Looks like she did a good job.” She turned his face to the other side to see the wounds f
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