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Lifting it over his stomach was no problem. It was when I reached the wound itself that the tunic began to stick. The wound must have been pussing and bleeding all day as we rode. Now it was glued to his skin. If I kept pulling, it would be painful. Not to mention I’d take some of his skin with it.
Of course this trope would have been better , if lets say, the man wasnt dying of sepsis, but i digress .
“When you were in danger the other night,” he whispered against my skin. “I thought I might never see your face again. My blades flew through your enemies, but not fast enough. When I arrived there you stood. Burning. Glowing. Utterly transformed. Utterly gorgeous.”
Hold up. Why is she not questioning anything ? This random guy show up out of the blue. He is a random encounter from a journey ago and now he says this shit????? Stalker much dude? What is his agenda?