Leander helped me to my feet, but the moment I tried to stand on my own, my knees buckled, and I nearly fell again. He caught me before I could hit the floor, then slipped one arm around my waist and the other beneath my knees before lifting me into his arms.I wanted to tell him that I could walk, that I wasn't a child who needed to be carried around, but the words refused to come out of my mouth. I was too exhausted to argue, and the thought of walking up the stairs with my legs trembling beneath me felt impossible, so I rested my head against his chest and allowed him to carry me to my bedroom.He didn't say anything along the way, and neither did I.When we reached my room, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to stop when he saw the mess I had made the previous night. Clothes were scattered across the floor, books lay open near the wardrobe, and several picture frames had been thrown aside, with one lying face down beneath the dressing table. The room looked nothing l
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