“Is it inside me?” That was fear–genuine
fear in his eyes.“Tell me what that is. If I am going to be
dealing with… with that, I need to
know. Everything you can tell me.”“I can’t.”
Yrene opened her mouth. But the lord
flicked his gaze toward the open door. Her warning to him silently echoed. “Then
we shall try to work around it,” she declared. “Sit up. I want to inspect your
neck.”…“Tell me what you know,” she murmured in
his ear, her cheek close enough to scrape the faint stubble coating his jaw. “Now.”He waited a moment, listening for anyone
nearby. And as Yrene’s hands stroked over his neck, kneading muscles that were
knotted enough to make her cringe, Lord Westfall began whispering.Tower of Dawn – Sarah J Maas
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