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In His Arms. Again.
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2025-06-29 08:03:42Elena
I woke to the scent of iron and antiseptic, and something else too, leather and smoke. Thorne.The dull ache in my shoulder became a sharp scream the moment I tried to shift. I gasped, teeth grinding as I dropped back onto the pillow.“Don’t move,” a voice ordered, low and unmistakably him.My eyes fluttered open.The room was dim, the walls painted a faded white, likely a safe house.Thorne sat beside the bed, his black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, blood crusted along his knuckles.His coat lay draped across a chair, and his dagger gleamed on the table like a second spine.He hadn’t shaved. Dark scruff outlined his jaw, and his eyes were rimmed with shadows, not from sleep, but from something heavier. Guilt. Rage. I couldn’t decide.“You’ve been here the whole time?” I rasped.He didn’t answer right away. Just poured water into a glass, then helped me drink from it. His
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