“Are you feeling well?” I ask him before I really think it through. He doesn’t open his eyes. “Don’t ask if you don’t care.” “God, Perce, of course I care.” “If you want me to say I’m fine so you’ll feel better—” “I—” Definitely was hoping that would happen, I realize, and my stomach twists. I take another long pull, then say as the smoke slips out, “Give me a chance.” Percy scrubs his hands along his breeches. “Fine. I feel horrid. I’m tired and I’m sore all over and the riding is making it worse, but if I say something, Felicity will get protective and we won’t be moving for days. I’m
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