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... s through me. It’s spread from my stomach to my chest. Every breath feels like needles are pricking through my ribs.
A firm hand presses me against an equally firm chest, shielding me from the cold, but it’s useless. The chill is in my bones. It’s killing me from the inside out. Another ragged sob slips from my lips.
"We’ll get you to a healer soon," a low, soothing voice murmurs against my ear. "Hang in there."
I vaguely remember Lucien pulling me from the carriage, wrap ...
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