“Can you crawl under on your own?” She looked from him to the bed, nodded, and tucked her body underneath. “Here, Your Grace,” Fayline said, handing him a wet cloth. He murmured his thanks and tried to crawl under the bed, but the frame was too low for his broad chest. “Fuck.” Stretching out his arm, he covered Violet’s hand with his. Her cries stopped, replaced by sniffles and quiet whimpers. “Can you come closer so I can clean your face?” Dirt and gravel clung to the blood and scrapes marring her skin. She scooted closer, and he tried to release her, but she shook her head and squeezed his
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Oh my GOD 😭😭😭😭😭
