“Arely, I’ll be fine.” Slowly, he brought his warm palm up to cup the side of my face. He stared at me for a long minute as if he was looking into my soul. “I’d gladly get stabbed a thousand times over to prevent you an ounce of pain.”
A loud throat clearing broke us apart before Santi spoke. “Alright, if you two lovebirds could break apart, I’d like to take a look at the wound.”
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