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... hem work. You’re still mine until they tell me you’re safe."
Chris’s fingers curled back against the chair’s armrest. He didn’t move. "You are fussing," he muttered hoarsely, a last flicker of sarcasm under the exhaustion.
Dax’s violet eyes cut down to him, one brow lifting. "You call it fussing," he said, his voice as even as a blade. "I call it making sure you don’t collapse in my hallway."
A physician clipped a monitor to Chris’s finger, and another rolled up his sleev ...
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