Fantasy Audiobook
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by the time she finished, she heard his boots step on the stoop. Outside. She nearly tripped on the stairs. On her way down, Sonia paused in the doorway. Your back, you're still alive! He glanced at her. That's good. And she sat down on the couch and watched him draw his sword and lay it on the desk with a roll of his shoulders. He shrugged off his coat, revealing this great to leather harness he wore over his bare chest. When he turned to throw his jacket onto the desk, the light slid across his skin, picking out every scar and imperfection. She couldn't ignore those marks. Her mother had been a healer, and she was her mother's daughter. Jagger dropped onto the cushion next to her in lean to loosen his bootstraps. A long, thin ridge arched over his shoulder blades. Without thinking, she traced it with a hesitant finger. He flinched beneath her touch but didn't move away. These scars air like a road map, she whispered. How many terrible places have you been? He's straightened, but didn't look at her. All of them. The darkness and his voice was cold and drowning deep. It called to her the way a child would cry for help. She wasn't accustomed to hearing him use such a tone. And did you go alone? Every step of the way, Jagger pushed to its feet and strode to the desk where his weapons still lay. He pulled each gun free of its holster, flicked open the chamber and shook out the ammo into a brass goblet. My line of work doesn't run group rates. She remained on the couch and watched him through her serif eyes. His back was streaked with a myriad of silvered lines. Each injury and scar glowing. The glow range trump pale pink to sullen red. Depending on its degree of freshness. She'd never seen so much damage on a single living being. But you don't work all the time, do you? The day **** takes a day off, So will I.