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going to work with him. “The one by the bed hit the side of my ribs with

the sword, but I think they’re just bruised.” There hadn’t been that telltale
snap that comes with broken bones.

“Must have been a dull sword.” He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Unless it has

something to do with why you sleep in your leather vest.”
“Trust him,” Tairn demands.

“It’s not that easy.”

“It has to be for now.”
“It’s dragon-scale.” I lift my right arm and pivot slightly so he can see the

gaping hole in my nightdress. “Mira made it for me. It’s why I’ve lived this

long.”
He glances between our bodies, his mouth tensing before he nods once.

“Ingenious, though I’d say there are multiple reasons for why you’ve made
it this far.” Before I can argue that point, his gaze shifts to my throat and

narrows at what I imagine has to be the purple imprint of a hand. “I should

have killed him slower.”
“I’m fine.” I’m not.

His focus snaps back to my eyes. “Never lie to me.” He says it with such
ferocity, bit out through gritted teeth, that I can’t help but nod in promise.

“It hurts,” I admit.

“Let me see.”
I open and shut my mouth twice. “Is that a request or a demand?”

“Your pick as long as I get to see if that fucker broke your ribs.” His

hands curl into fists.
Two other men walk in through the open door, Garrick and Bodhi

following closely after. They’re all…dressed. Fully clothed at—I glance at

the clock—two a.m.
“Take those two, and we’ll get the last ones,” Garrick orders, and the

others get to work, carrying the last of the bodies out through the door. I
can’t help but notice they all have rebellion relics shimmering up their