FiorellaSmoke still clung to me long after I’d left the scene.Even after the paramedic had cleaned the scrape on my shoulder, after the cool antiseptic burned across my skin, the scent of fire, of charred wood and iron, refused to leave. It sat in my lungs, heavy, reminding me how close I’d been to never walking out of that warehouse alive.Leo sat opposite me in the mansion's sitting room, arm bandaged, eyes unfocused. Ash smudged one side of his face, a cut on the left side of his face. He'd been hit worst of all, covering me when the roof collapsed. A smear of blood on his cuff, not much, but enough to make me nauseous every time I saw it."You should rest," I murmured, my own voice strange, like it wasn't mine. "The doctor prescribed—""I'm fine," he cut me off, his head shaking, his jaw clamped tight. "You were almost burnt alive, Fiorella. I'm not sleeping tonight."I tried to argue, to tell him he must sleep, but the words shriveled up before they could leave my tongue. Becau
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