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Jian
A groan rattled through Jian’s throat as he shifted and froze, feeling the soft bed underneath him—softer than the bed at the inn. His eyes slammed open, and his breath caught in his throat as his gaze connected to the man hovering over him, one of the few people who knew every part of him.
“You’re awake.” Bo pushed out a breath and ran a hand over his face, pushing back the dark hair that had fallen free of the knot on his head.
“Am I…” Jian tried to sit up but fell back on the bed.
“At the palace?” Bo grimaced. “Yes. My guards found you collapsed at the bottom of the steps with a wound in your side.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “You could have died, Jian.”
Died. He jolted up, a spear of pain ripping through his side. “Hua, she’s here. Did Luca bring her? Have you… is she
