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>>Aelin

His arms encircled my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world, his hands resting casually but possessively on my hips. The faint, smug warmth of his breath tickled my neck as he leaned slightly closer.

!?!?

"Comfortable?" His deep voice rumbled softly in my ear, carrying an unmistakable hint of amusement.

Heat exploded across my face. "What—why—how—?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I couldn't very well leave you lying unconscious on the floor," Draegon replied smoothly, as if his explanation was perfectly reasonable.

"You—you could've put me on a bench!" I hissed, squirming to get off him as I glanced at demons who were looking back at us with confused looks.

The moment I tried to rise, his grip tightened, effortlessly pulling me back onto his lap. "Careful," he murmured, his tone low and warning. "You've been through a lot. You're not ready to stand."