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My body rocked, and pain jolted through my head. I groaned, forcing my eyes open, but that was a battle in itself.
“Easy,” someone said.
Gripping to a wave of despair, I opened my eyes and found myself in someone’s arms. I yelped and pushed back, trying to get down and run.
“Calm down.”
I was in my bedroom. The stranger deposited me in my bed on a bath towel and backed away. I grabbed my dirty dagger from where he had left it beside me and jerked it at him.
“It’s me.” He raised both hands. “Killian.”
I blinked. “What—?” The last events I remembered flooded my mind. The alley, the demon, the dagger. My clothes, stained with dried blood. I had fainted. I had been as good as dead in that alley. All of a sudden, the pain escalated and I pressed a hand to the back of my head, where I
