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... er injured hand in both of his. His grip was light, almost cautious, fingers warm and steady against her overheated skin. Up close, he could see the edges of the cut were darker than they should be, like the hurt went deeper than the surface.
He blew on it, a small, cool breath over the blood.
It was a useless little habit, one that didn’t actually heal anything. But it made it sting less when he did it to himself, so he did it now, too.
Kaya’s fingers twitched, just once ...
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