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Chapter Fifty-Three
Return of Gampo
When the haze of pain and terror finally thinned, Landon’s handsome, chiseled face came into focus. The lack of food and sleep was probably causing her to hallucinate. His hands slid up her arms, leaving trickles of heat in their wake. She reached out and pressed her palms against his warm, hard chest. Except he was solid. He really was here.
“Landon?” This would be a cruel trick for her body to play on her mind. She moved her hand, her fingers bumping along the ridged muscle across his chest. Please God, let this be real.
He sucked in a ragged breath, going still. His skin quivered beneath her fingers. “Aye, love, it’s me.” Relief washed over her like a cool rain. He was here. He was really here.
Landon tenderly stroked her cheek, then ran his
