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Chapter 30

Francesca woke up, breaking a sweat. She couldn't remember what happened, only vaguely recalling passing out after getting overwhelmed by the soldato in that dilapidated alley. She was extremely tired, her bones burning, and she could feel the familiar congestion in her lungs. She could barely open her eyes. Hacking a cough, she made a move to get off the bed she was on. Somebody stirred beside her and warm arms wrapped around her neck. Francesca stiffened, but only for a moment, as her mate's scent washed through her senses. 

"Qin ai de," Tristan croaked, barely out of his slumber, "I'm sorry." 

Francesca squeezed her eyes shut at the apology, hot tears pooling within her lids. "Wha--" she started, but a fresh bought of coughing started and she had to sit up in order to breathe. Tristan removed his arms to let her so, but he did not let go of her shoulders. 

"Francesca, breathe." he coaxed. 

"What else do you think I'm trying to

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