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I woke up the next morning to the sound of Asher groaning. At first I thought it was nothing, but then he groaned again, and I realised that he was probably in some discomfort.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at him, while he winced and tried and to smile down at me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. “You look lovely this morning.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Coleman,” I said. “What’s going on? Is there something wrong with your wound?”
“I’m fine,” he said in a strained voice that wasn’t fine at all. “Just a little sore.”
“Let me have a look at it,” I said, sliding away from him and slowly peeling open the bandage. Thankfully there was no sign of an infection, and I was surprised to find that the gash had already patched itself up, almost as if the wound had magical
