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It wasn’t until the next day that Sean heard Ellory cry out in his sleep again. He jumped to his feet, wearing only boxers and a loose tank, tripping in the hall in his haste to reach him. Whimpering on the bed was Ellory, hands fisting the sheets, legs tangled with the blanket half thrown on the floor. He sobbed brokenly again and Sean sprang forward. “Okay, okay,” he said soothingly, dropping to a knee by the bed. Cupping Ellory’s face, he bent close, trying to see him in the dark. Ellory jerked and cried out. “It’s okay! I won’t hurt you. I won’t.” Ellory writhed on his back, fingers closing around Sean’s wrist, mumbling. Sean edged closer, Ellory’s distress making him feel helpless. “I’m here. I’m right here, Ellory. You’re alright. I won’t let anything hurt you.” Ellory’s eyes s
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