“It pinched you. You have a red mark here.” My laugh was weak, breathy. “It will fit perfectly with all of my other battle scars.” He smoothed his thumb over it again. Then let out a low, rough chuckle. “If tonight was a battle, Tisaanah, you conquered.” My breath caught. “You were merciless.” It was almost a whisper, heavy with a certain reverence, as if he didn’t know he was speaking aloud.
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