“You are hurt,” he said. Tem followed his gaze to her breasts, where Jonathan’s greedy fingers had left several grape-sized bruises. “I’m fine,” she shook her head. Caspen reached for her, and she jerked away sharply, pulling the shirt up to block him. Caspen dropped his hands, his eyebrows knitting together. “I only mean to heal you, Tem. Nothing more.” “Oh,” Tem said. “Sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he paused. “I will do it later, if you prefer.” His voice was soft. Tem wasn’t used to that tone from him. Their relationship had only recently become a collaborative one, and
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