My fingers clutch my sore throat, my lungs taking deep, ragged breaths to recover my strength. Zane turns his body around and looks at my skin with deep concern. “Are you alright, Sandra? Should our boots head straight to the healing house?”My head shakes lightly side to side. “My lungs just need a short moment to catch my breath, Zane.”Zane quickly steps over to the nearby minibar counter, grabs a cold bottle of mountain spring water, twists off the cap with his fingers, and hands it to my hand. “Here, drink some fresh water.”“Thanks,” my mouth says, taking several fast sips of the cold water.“How does your chest feel now? Are your thoughts sure we don't need to make a fast run to the healing house?”“Yeah, there is no real need, Zane, my body is fine now.”Zane lets my frame rest against the wall for a bit before his mouth asks, “When did your boots get back to Myhill CrestHALL? And how on earth did your life get into a dangerous tiff with a rogue like Gage?”My voice replies so
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