“It looks like you gave that imposter a Hell of a fight at least. Good girl.” His fingertips warmed as he reached out to brush them over the wound once more, and she relished the relief of his magic as it healed her. “There.” “The illusion wasn’t the one who did that,” she corrected, lightly brushing her own fingertips over where the split had been moments before. “Actually, I had completely forgotten about that.” He stiffened as he asked, “Who was responsible, then?” She shrugged. “One of the other contestants.” He narrowed his eyes. “Which one?” “Who cares? I’m fine. You healed me. We need
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