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He’d had enough strength after the battle, despite cuts and scrapes and a more serious side wound, to help lift her twin on the shields and name him praetor. But the adrenaline wore off as he reached her. “I’m harder to kill than I look,” Devin replied, mustering a tired, cocky grin
Jasmine shook her head, slipping his arm over her shoulders. Partly to support him and partly for her comfort. “Come on. Let’s get you back to your bunk. And sleep for a year.”











