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I pressed my lips to her soft temple, inhaling her garden-like scent. She’d lived through another tenuous mission. But how many more times would the Fates allow it? How many more times could I allow her to wander away from me?
Guilt clawed at my stomach at the thought. I’d empowered her all this time, but I was weak—so fucking weak—when it came to her. So I draped myself around her like I could fasten her to my side. Because when we woke, I wasn’t sure I could let her go.