The Exiled Flame
I dragged him inside, shielding him from prying eyes, and closed the door behind us.
As I tended to his wounds, cleaning and bandaging them with swift, practiced movements, my mind whirred. Why had he come here? How had he found me? And who had dared to attack him so viciously?
His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, our gazes locked. I saw the recognition in his eyes, the knowledge that I, Amia, was indeed a woman. But instead of fear or judgment, I saw gratitude, and it stirred something within me.
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