"I shouldn’t have left you alone with her," Daemon said."I could handle myself.""Yes, I saw," he said with a small smirk."Your eyes… they’re darker," I noted. "You haven’t fed yet, have you?""It’s nothing to worry about," he said, rolling up my shirt to reveal the bruise from Tasha’s kick. A low, inhuman hiss escaped his lips. "I shouldn’t have let her die that easily," he said—and I knew he meant it."Daemon, it’s fine. It’s just a bruise—it’ll heal in a few days," I said.I was used to bruises, ones far worse than this. One of Julia’s favorite punishments had been whipping, so this was nothing."What are you thinking about?" Daemon asked as he applied a colorless ointment to the bruise."Nothing," I lied, but the way his brow cocked told me he knew better."I was thinking about Julia and how much she loved her whip."He paused, and I wondered if I’d said something wrong."She will never get her hands on you again. I’ll make sure of that," he promised—and I believed him.I recall
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