“Say something,” she whispered, her words a little close to begging. “Please.” He said one word, the guttural tones breaking through the injuries in her ears and she could hear what he had to say. It was loud, probably louder than was safe for her to be around. He might even be injuring her further, but oh... Oh, the sound of a word. “More than one.” Anya’s eyes fluttered shut, luxuriating in this moment. He said two words.
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