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“Did I hurt you?”

His eyes lift to mine.

“No.”

His voice is rough.

“Quite the opposite.”

Oh, dear God.

He turns his hand in mine, slowly threading our fingers together.

Then smiles.

“Remarkable.”

I swallow.

“You’re welcome?”

His thumb brushes my palm.

The museum lights flicker.

And then footsteps echo outside the restoration lab.

Shit.

“Miss Reyes?”

Mr. Henderson.

The night security guard.

I grab Morpheus’s arm.

“Hide!”

He looks offended.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Someone’s coming!”

“Then let him come.”

“You’re naked!”

His grin returns.

“An excellent observation.”

I yank a canvas tarp from the supply cart.

“Get behind this!”

“I am a god.”