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I stared at him, my mind reeling.
He was fine. He was completely fine! I had just broken his neck and he was sitting there looking at me like I had merely slapped him.
I suddenly felt irritated. Why was I even surprised in the first place?
"Don't tell me you were worried about me?"
The question made my blood boil.
"How am I supposed to punish you if you're dead?" I snarled at him.
He let out a wry laugh. "You think that was enough to kill me? I feel quite insulted that you would even think that was enough to end me. I have had my head severed long before this when I was weaker, and even that did not finish me, much less now."
"Oh, please."
I successfully yanked my hand out of his grip and strode towards the door. I needed to get out of this place and calm myself down.
The places where his body had pressed against mine—my back, my side, my thighs, and the strip of waist where his arm had locked around me—still burned with residual warmth.
