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... ia guided Lance to the couch.
Her small living space was neat but simple. The apartment had a couch, a coffee table and a kitchenette in the corner. It was nothing like the mansion she’d lived in with Damien.
"Sit. Let me look at it." She knelt in front of him and carefully removed his shoes. The cut was deep, still bleeding. "This might need stitches."
"I’m a doctor. I know it needs stitches." Lance winced as she touched the area around the wound. "But you don’t have sup ...
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