“May I?” Holt was behind her, waving a hand at her hair. “You know how to do it?” Holt nodded once. Perhaps he was worried about Arnir’s arrival; she knew she was. Zylah’s brow pinched. “Go ahead.” He separated her hair and braided it slowly with sure, steady movements, his fingers incredibly nimble for someone so big. Kara used to braid her hair. But this… this felt different. She could feel the heat from him, the avenberry liquor and venti lilies from the night before long faded, leaving only his familiar scent. He was careful not to brush his fingers against her neck as he gathered more
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