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... al echo of distant footsteps and Kyle’s labored breathing.
Eleanora’s arm remained firmly around his waist.
Her grip steady despite the awkward angle.
Kyle could feel the warmth of her through his torn combat uniform.
The faint scent of lavender and something distinctly her. Something expensive and refined, like the perfumed oils nobles used.
"So," Kyle began. Wincing as a particularly sharp jolt of pain shot through his ribs with each step.
"You a ...
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