“I’m not going to hurt you.” Evander says it so softly that I think I imagine it. “What?” I ask, hoping I did. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating… Faelyn, I won’t hurt you.” “What makes you think I will ever be able to trust you?” My hands move to the wounds on my shoulders, exposing my stomach and lower chest in the process. “Nothing.” He chuckles softly. The sound lacks all joy; it’s fueled by bitterness. “Nor should you.” “Contradicting yourself isn’t exactly inspiring confidence.” I finish up, wiping the remaining salve on my trousers before lacing them back up. “I’m done.” “It
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