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“You must get tired of my worries,” I said. “Of making the same reassurances day after day.” My demon growled. “Do I think I grow tired of embracing you? Holding you? Fucking you?” I shook my head, smiling at how tightly he gripped me. “Then why would I ever be tired of assuring you? When I can use mere words to make you smile, to give you joy. Why would I ever tire of that?”
