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... amber made Cel’s face look younger. Softer. Like the weight of being Seraphina Vance’s sister had lifted, even if just for a moment.
She touched my chest again, checking my ribs with the kind of clinical detachment I’d expect from a healer, not a princess who’d just kissed me like the world was ending. Which, technically, it had been. Her fingers pressed gently against the regenerator brace still wrapped around my torso.
"Can you walk?" she asked.
"Can I walk? Princess, I ...
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