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Sound returned in slow increments.
Then sight.
Niyat’s face filled her field of view.
He’d been calling her name, but it had come from so far away, it hadn’t occurred to her to answer. Finding him so close was startling.
Sargas’ voice at the door pulled her attention from the dark eyes in front of her. “What the f**k? What the—What the f**k?!”
She hurt. Everywhere hurt. Stinging in her hands and fingers. Throbbing pulses from her knees to her stomach and her thighs shook with the effort of holding her up. Sticky and wet all over, she couldn’t account for any of it.
She didn’t register that she was naked until a robe wrapped around her. Struve came from behind her to stand next to Niyat. Some recess in her mind recognized the look on his face as some mixture of concern and fear, b
