She hears a quick intake of breath when she touches a sore spot, the after-effect of an assassin's punch. She murmurs an apology, her finger lingering on his heated skin before she leans back. He breathes again, successfully avoiding a moment of vulnerability. He cannot feel what he does feel for her. But it's already too late.
"You'll live." His
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