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... uld have, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven breaths. Her lashes twitched as she slept, her skin pale against the pillow, like she hadn’t really rested in weeks. Maybe she hadn’t. Maybe none of us had.
I reached down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, then bent and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You should rest, little flame," I murmured. "We’ll be alright."
Even as I said it, I wasn’t sure if I believed it. Not with everything tearin ...
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