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Asher jolted awake, rolling over and coughing, struggling for breath. When his eyes opened, he found himself in his bed, staring straight at an equally stunned Kira. A thick pile of quilts lay over their bodies, draped between them so that he could only see her face.
“I did it,” she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper. “You’re still here.”
Asher pushed off the blankets with a grunt, his muscles strangely weak. He reached for Kira, a groan escaping his lips when his fingers closed around her arms. She was solid, real, tangible.
“Where… what…” Asher murmured, cutting off his own tangle of thoughts when he pulled Kira flush against his body. She shivered under his touch, her skin feverish against his own.
Or no… actually, his body was freezing, and she was merely warm.
“Ash,” Kira sai
