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If, one week ago, Ellory had woken in the early blue of morning to find the dark shadow of a man asleep by his bed, he would have jumped for the nearest heavy object. He wouldn’t have immediately recognized the blanket-covered lump as Sean Vernon, and if he had, he wouldn’t have taken comfort at the knowledge. He muffled his groan as his tight muscles protested his movement, but he desperately needed the restroom and he was not about to wet himself when he still had his wits about him. Ice packs shifted in the sheets as he sat up, lukewarm now but proof that Ellory was taken care of even at his weakest. It was pathetically endearing. But Ellory had only just barely set his feet on the floor when Sean jolted up, eyes wide. “Ellory?” he called softly, panicked by the sound of creaking. His
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