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{Book Three} 144 | Premonition

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Chapter 18

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• Luna •

Amir's fingers radiated heat all over Luna's thigh. "It's fine. This is only a scratch."

"It's not just a scratch, Moon. You've been limping since we got off the freeway." He stroked her skin, healing her gently. "I should've done something about it in the helicopter, but I was too busy trying to keep your mind occupied. If I hadn't, you would have thrown a fist at Chase, and we wouldn't be here."

As usual, her husband had a point.

"I wasn't all that dangerous." A small smile twitched at her lips. "But I appreciate this. I was afraid I'd throw up on you."

"I'm glad you didn't," he said sarcastically.

When the dull ache in her thigh faded to nothing more than a memory, she began to pull away, fearing that healing her would have an impact on him, but instead of letting her move, he scooted off the bed and grinned. He snatched her up in his arms the moment his feet touched the ground.

She squealed in surprise as she whirled her wide eyes at him. "What are you up to now?"

"Still looking after you." Amir proceeded toward the bathroom, his eyes heavily hooded, but his lips had a malicious slant to them. "We should clean up."

That was the truth. They were both covered in gunk and blood stains.

He led them into a strikingly expansive bathroom, where he slowly placed her in front of a bath tub. It wasn't as wide as the one in Harmony Asylum, but it was big enough.

Amir turned to Luna, flicking on the low lights and wiggling his fingertips. She took a step forward, and he winked. "Closer, Moon."

She added another foot.

"Raise your arms."

It was on the tip of Luna's tongue to tell him she was capable of undressing herself, but anxiety made her swallow the words. He gradually pulled off her ruined shirt, taking a moment to ease her hair out before dropping the shirt on the floor. He didn't say anything as he tugged on her slacks and flicked the tiny white button open.

When she snagged a leg loose, she supported herself by placing her hand on his shoulder. A flush ran from her cheeks down her skin. Despite everything they'd shared, she was still reserved around Amir. She wasn't sure why, but it could have been because he didn't appear to have a single physical flaw, whereas she had a very vulnerable body covered in them.

When the last piece of clothing fell to the ground, she was stark naked, while Amir was clothed. When he reached around her hips to turn on the water, she folded her arms across her chest.

The bathroom became filled with warm steam, and his lips brushed the curve of her mouth after he straightened, sending chills down her veins.

She'd never seen him undress so quickly, and before she realized it, she was staring at his sculpted biceps. Her gaze traveled along his tightly rolled abs, then lower—