His Tenderness Was Always the Most Dangerous Thing About Him(Nepheia's POV)

Annette's worry wrapped around me like a net with no gaps — close, thorough, inescapable. She helped me out of my dust-stained gown herself, then worked through the injuries on my legs with a warm, damp cloth, her touch so careful it barely registered as pressure. As though even the gentlest contact...

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