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Kavira POV
"Let me help you," Vorian said, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t frustration. It wasn’t annoyance either. If anything, it sounded like... acceptance. Like he’d made peace with something he didn’t entirely want to.
He pulled the blanket down and slid one arm beneath my knees, the other gently bracing under the edge of my wound. With unexpected tenderness, he eased me up into a seated position. The movement was awkward I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I just held them up like a child waiting to be picked up. As always, the moment our skin touched, those familiar sparks danced across my body wild, magnetic, and far too easy to fall into.
Every time he touched me, it made surrender feel so dangerously sweet.
"Thank you," I murmured as
