Night had just fallen when I changed into a deep crimson velvet wedding robe.Silas pushed the door open, carrying warm blood wine and silver burn salve."Why are your hands still so cold?"Frowning, he sat beside me, took my hand, and smoothed the salve over the burn a little at a time.I flinched from the sting, and he immediately eased his touch."Hold still. Nothing can go wrong tonight."A bitter ache rose in my chest.The year I first arrived in Ravenmist, I didn't know the local dangers and stepped into a silver pit left by hunters.Silas carried me back to the manor, scolding me for my recklessness as he hitched me higher on his back."Hold on. I'll treat it when we get back."Later, when the pain kept me awake, he sat with me night after night, pressing his cold palm near the wound, drawing the burning sting away bit by bit.Back then, whenever he told me to hold on, he stayed and endured every moment with me.Silas bent his head and tied the sleeve sash for me, his movements
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