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... ome itching on her face and slowly opened her eyes.
Meeting her gaze was a man’s unreserved, ink-black eyes.
"Awake?"
Sinclair pulled back his hand that had been tracing Camilla’s brow, his voice was deep and husky.
"Does your body still feel uncomfortable?"
His tone made it seem as if it was the most normal question to ask.
Of course, it did.
Her entire body was sore and ached, as if someone had disassembled and reassembled it.
But ...
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