“Good girl,” he grunted, his hand closing over my broken fingers and sending a sharp jolt of pain spearing down my arm. Healing magic swept from his skin into mine and a relieved whimper escaped me as the pain slowly ebbed away. “I don’t imagine I need to tell you what happens to prisoners who snitch on other inmates in here, do I? And I’d rather not be clearing pieces of you off of the walls if I can avoid it.” My lips twitched in surprise at that statement and I looked up from my shattered hands and into his stormy grey eyes. “Be careful, Officer. It almost sounded like you gave a shit about
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