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Healing Touch
Dimurah felt the warmth of morning sunlight heating the cloth walls of the structure.
“Yes, we’re in my tent.” He dismissed before she could rail at him for some alleged advances.
“I’m glad.” She surprised him by saying. “I doubt I could’ve slept otherwise.”
Bringing him to a dead stop.
“What?” He deflated. Blinking blue eyes at her in shock.
“I know I’m safe with you.” She looked away.
“Then why order me away?” He roared. Tossing his arms.
Sending men outside the tent scampering from the courtyard.
In-case I emerge in a fury, no doubt.
“You know why.” She murmured brokenly. Quoting the phrase, he so often told her.
His head whipped to her in annoyance. Eyes narrowing. Damn her!
“You order me away, rail at me, tell me I’m not what you want or need. Bid me tell everyone in this bloody encampment that you and yours are no longer under my protection despite that you know you’re
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