Warrick did not ask what had happened to her. A snap of magic knocked out the flame of her candle before he moved. When he reached for her, she was too stunned to back away, and she let him take her elbow to lead her out of his bedchamber. In the study, he placed her in front of a plush chair, glared her down to sitting, and removed his robe to lay it across her lap. The soft material smelled of him, that warm, woody scent, and still held the heat of his body. Nim had not realized she was shivering with cold. Warrick crossed his arms and stared down at her, devastating in his uniform. She
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