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Back in the infirmary, I paced the floor while Daemon’s words lingered still as though it was echoing in my mind. My heart, for some reason, refused to settle while it beat in a chaotic rhythm that only seemed to worsen the longer I thought about what just happened. "I care. More than you think." Those words felt like a promise—and a dangerous one at that. His words were something I was not sure whether I should even trust. And as I sank onto the edge of the infirmary bed, I quickly pressed my palms into my temples and wondered, ‘How had things escalated so quickly?’ It was just a sparring match where I had a light injury, and yet, Daemon’s concern had gone from being politely detached to something so much more intense. I’d expected him to maintain his distance, to treat me like every