“No.” He snorted. “Reapers don’t dream.”
“But you just said—”
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“Yeah. I know what I said.”
Clutching the sheet against her breasts, she studied
his face, not even knowing what she was looking for.
She felt at a distinct disadvantage. She was naked. He
loomed over her, practically naked, with only those
low-slung jeans between him and the altogether.
As though he understood the bizarre thoughts flashing through her mind, he pushed his fists against the
mattress and straightened, then took a step back, giving
her space to breathe.
Or maybe, giving himself space.
Reaching up, Roxy pushed her hair back off her
face. It felt lank, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she
smelled like a dead goat.
Her hand was shaking as she moved it to her chest,
sliding it beneath the sheet to feel between her breasts
for the healing wound she knew would mark the place
Gahiji had torn her open. It was there, smooth and
raised. With a gasp, she peeked beneath the sheet and
found a scar that looked months old.
Misreading her actions, Dagan soothed, “It’s healing. The mark will fade in time.”
“Fade? It already looks three months old rather than
three days!” Though she tended to heal quickly, this
was crazy weird even for her.
She stared at him, and it hit her that he had two perfectly formed hands.
Catching his wrist, she dragged his hand closer, inspecting it—first palm up, then palm down. He let her,
offering no resistance. His palm was creased with the
