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Sienna tried to s Impossible Terror had leeched the moisture from her mouth The man watched the ain

“Are you hurt?”

Was she? Carefully, she flexed her fingers, her toes, her back

“I don’t—”

“Do you ache anywhere?”

Why would he care? Still, her response was automatic “My head”

One hand left her shoulder, rose to her head She jerked away, or would have jerked away, but his other hand caers explored her scalp His touch was light, alentle, a sharp contrast to his face, his body, his voice—but she knew it didn’t enous cultures in which the warriors treated their captives relatively gently until the moment of—

“Aah”

Sienna hissed in pain The runted

“You’ve got a luan a slow trip down her throat, along her shoulders

“Don’t,” she said, but he paid no attention as he worked his way to her toes His touch was efficient, not inti to her terror

“How ers?”

She blinked “What?”

“How ers do you see?”

She looked at his upraised hand “Three”

“And now?”

“Four Who are you?”

Carefully, she rose on her elbows, felt the coldness of stone beneath her bare arms

He leaned closer She flinched back He gave an iht hold of her shoulders and leaned toward her

“What are you doing?”

“Checking your pupils”

It was unnerving Those black eyes boring into hers

“My pupils are fine”

“Turn your head Again Slowly Good I’ to roll you over”

“You are not going to—”

But he did His hands danced over her, his touch still impersonal When he was finished, he turned her on her back, slid an arm under her shoulders and sat her up