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When he returned he had fresh linens and a wooden bowl filled with steaming water. He sat it down on the small table beside the bed and took one of the small square pieces of linen and dipped it into the water. 

"I have to clean this." He told her.

Flossina was feeling a myriad of emotions at the moment and really didn't want Marlon fussing over her bruises. They did hurt like hell. She didn't want him to think she was being weak or difficult. She had already caused quite enough trouble in this man’s life. If she wanted him to help her she had to begin to show him that he could trust her.

She sat quietly, holding her small frame as still as she could while he tended to the wounds on her face, arms, and hands. She was still surprised at how gentle he was with her. The contrast to his persona intrigued her

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