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Ginette was flawless, of course. Her saffron blouse brought out golden highlights in her dark skin, and her long hair hung around her shoulders in smooth waves. Both her blouse and dress pants were tailored to her slim frame. Her own subtle scent surrounded them, filling the air with a hint of flowers and musk.
Kira had never felt so much like a horse that had wandered in from the barn after a long day in the field and a good roll in the grass.
Ginette seemed to take in Kira’s battered appearance in an instant, her gaze traveling from the bloodstains on Kira’s Downward Spiral T-shirt, to the bandage around her head, to the dark circles beneath her eyes.
Ginette’s manicured fingers tightened around Kira’s, making Kira wince. Her knuckles were still swollen and tender from her battle
