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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 shirt and

pulled the tissues back and wiped her own forehead.

better?”

“Yeah.”

compared to the torment earlier, it

as though he’d been dragged

something unreadable in his

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he finally spoke, his voice was softer, more measured. “Where did you learn to do this? Was it

years were the only gap he couldn’t account for. She shouldn’t

was the first time he’d weathered

one by one before tucking them back

case.

“Yes.”

“Who taught you?”

master, of

sharpening with doubt. “Charmaine, what are you hiding?”

have your secrets. I have mine,” she replied coolly. “Just because I work for you doesn’t

then his face shifted, the change

confused. “What’s going on?”

muttered, his voice

didn’t make sense.

but before she could make sense of anything, Emyr

pulled her onto the bed, pinning her beneath

held her tight, as though she were

she said, struggling

murmured

body trembled uncontrollably as he pulled her

focusing instead on his

fingers pressed against his skin, and then

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