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... awkwardly over a pillow, as if that made a difference. It didn’t. Everything still ached.
His back. His thighs. His pride.
The pillow did nothing for that, either.
"I am not fragile," he muttered.
Windstone, seated precisely one meter away with a tablet in his lap and an expression made of granite, didn’t glance up. "Of course not, Your Grace. You merely require strategic immobilization."
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "You sound like Trevor."
"Thank you ...
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