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Chapter 52 On the Bed

Both landed heavily on the bed, the impact drawing groans from each of them.

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Charmaine’s head hit the soft pillow with a muffled thud. Above her, Emyr’s voice cut through the moment, low and annoyed. “Charmaine, are you trying to kill me?”

“Yes,” she replied, her tone flat as she let out a slow breath. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

She didn’t linger. Twisting her body, she slipped off the bed with the grace of a feline.

Emyr fixed her with a sharp glare, though suspicion crept into his expression when she reached behind her back.

From there, she produced a bundle of silver needles.

His body went rigid as his voice turned sharp. “What are you planning?”

“Needle treatment,” she answered without hesitation.

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, his eyes darting toward the door. “Tad!”

“Tad’s at the hospital fetching your painkillers. The door’s locked. Scream all you like–it won’t do you any good.”

Her fingers hovered over the neat row of needles, pausing briefly before selecting one as long as a finger.

She held it firmly while pressing her other hand against his knee, which had instinctively drawn up against the pain.

Emyr’s eyes widened in alarm. For a moment, he thought he saw a flash of white light sweep across his vision.

Minutes ticked by. Slowly, the torment that had consumed him began to ease. His body, coiled tight with pain, started to relax. Relief, faint but undeniable, washed over him like the first breath after a storm.

Charmaine held out a few tissues. “Here. Wipe yourself off.”

Emyr shot her a sidelong glance, his tone dry. “Was that really necessary?”

his soaked

tissues back and wiped

any better?” she

“Yeah.”

disappeared entirely, but compared to the torment earlier, it

as though he’d been dragged

with exhaustion, settled on her. There was something unreadable in his stare,

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did you learn to do this? Was it during those two years in

the only gap he couldn’t account

completely, it was the first time he’d weathered

worked with precision, removing the needles one by

case.

“Yes.”

“Who taught you?”

of course.”

doubt. “Charmaine, what

coolly. “Just because I work for you doesn’t mean I have to spill everything.”

about to respond, but then his face shifted, the change

“What’s going on?”

his voice barely

That didn’t make sense.

to check his pulse, but before she could make sense of anything, Emyr moved

pulled her onto the bed, pinning her beneath

her tight, as though she were his

go,” she said,

murmured again.

trembled uncontrollably

focusing instead

his skin, and then it hit her–a pulse

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