“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.” “I feel bad for the dark god already.” He brushed a large hand down her hair, and she almost purred. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed being touched—by anyone, friend or lover. “When I’m back to normal, can I assume you’re going to yell at me about almost burning out?” He let out a soft laugh but continued stroking her hair. “You have no idea.” She smiled against the pillow, and his hand stilled for a moment—then started again. After a long while he
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