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He looked worn out.
Jess lay on her side, watching Laarn sleep on the cot next to her bed. She’d woken a while back, warm and comfortable, surprised to find herself in the healer’s hall and, it appeared when she investigated her stomach, healed. There was no wound, or even any dressing, to mark where Dvarr had plunged a knife into her stomach. Panic had assaulted her, her first thought for the baby she carried, but within a few seconds a sense of warmth and calm had washed over her and the worry had receded. Try as she might, she couldn’t bring it back. Everything would be okay. The baby was fine… Laarn would have seen to it.
He really was handsome. Her gaze wandered over him. He lay on his back on the cot, his wide shoulders filling the narrow space. He’d left off his jacket, so all
