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usual lines, fingers long and tapered, fine gold hairs on

the back of his hand.

Not a mark. Not a scar.

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He’d regrown a full hand in three days or less.

He must have figured the path of her thoughts, because he said, “I always heal, Roxy.”

“Always?”

“Yeah.”

From his tone, she could tell that he meant that as

reassurance, but it wasn’t. Because it made her think

of exactly why he’d come to find her the night the fire

genies attacked, and it made her wonder what the fuck

was going on.

“If you can heal like that, healanything,how the

fuck did the Setnakhts kill one of you?”

The air hummed with tension as her question hung

between them.

“The Setnakhts?” He pulled his hand from hers and

arched one straight brow. “You know that for certain?”

“You knew they might be somehow involved,” she

hedged.

“Might beis very different than definitely. You

sound very sure.”

She thought about it, tried to figure all the angles.

Answering that question would be yet another betrayal

of her allegiance to the Asetian Guard. Because going

back to help him when he’d faced the fire genies hadn’t

exactly been in her mandate.

Which was worse, saving her enemy’s hide, or giving him information about the Setnakhts?

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