With her palms pressed to the floor on either side of his head, Rune sat astride Gideon. His jacket hung from her shoulders, mostly burned, and her red-gold hair was a wild mess, filling his vision. A bewildered expression lit up her face. “Why did you do that?” He frowned at her, his hands moving to her hips. “What?” “Why … why risk your life for me?” Gideon sat up so they were eye to eye. “Did you think I’d let you be burned alive?” “Maybe? I don’t know! What am I supposed to think?” She was still sitting on top of him, her dress hiked to her thighs. “I didn’t hear from you for three days.
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