“My lady. My lady.” The male voice forces me still, and I realize why my fingers were clutching at leather and buckles instead of skin and silk. Dustan is kneeling beside me, and my fingers have a death grip on his armor. She didn’t break my spine. She didn’t break anything at all. My back feels wet, though I can’t tell if it’s sweat or blood, and my abdomen is achy and sore. I’m trembling so hard that my teeth clack together. My breathing is loud and panicked in the space between us. Dustan and I aren’t friends, but we’re not enemies either. I can’t make my fingers let go. Instead, I put my
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okay this makes me emotional. makes me wish grey could be there to support her once more, but i am greatful for dustan to begin taking those steps towards protecting harp.
