Even as he faded into the shadows, there was something in the curve of his shoulders that made me speak. 

“When you healed my arm… You didn’t need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year.” My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. “Every single week,  and I would have said yes.” It wasn’t entirely a question, but I needed the answer. 

A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. “I know,” he said, and vanished. 


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