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The Stranger with the Healing Hands

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"Oh, he definitely felt that," Cherry whispered in my head, smug as hell.

I didn’t come out of that cabinet until I was sure he’d left. Which, honestly, felt like forever. My heart had been pounding like some kind of tribal drum in my chest, the rhythm wild and out of sync. I pressed a hand over it, as if that would stop the echo of the bond, or the way my whole body had reacted the moment his eyes flicked to mine.

“He saw you,” Cherry added helpfully. “That hiding spot? Girl, not exactly Oscar-worthy.”

I groaned softly, my hand dragging down my face. “Yeah, thanks for the commentary.”

Somehow, I made it out of the kitchen without crashing into anyone or making a scene. A miracle. But I could still feel eyes following me, whispers trailing behind like perfume. The castle walls had ears—and worse, mouths.

“You know we’ve never really explored this place,” I mumbled to Cherry. “Not properly.”

“Yeah, except this place is the size of three city blocks and we can’t afford to get lost in it,
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