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Step one: walk.
Step two: regret.
"Ahhh—damn it! Ow—OW—my everything hurts!" I hissed, one hand dragging along the cold wall like I was some tragic war hero returning from battle. Which, technically, I was. Except my battlefield was a bed. And my enemy? Alvar’s... absurd equipment.
"My lord!" Nick’s voice cut in from behind. He hurried toward me, eyes wide with concern.
I froze.
Oh, perfect. The last person I wanted to witness my limp-of-sh ...
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