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Talia leaned against the counter, watching while Darev scanned the axŭ along my forearm.
Nothing abnormal appeared.
He repeated the scan, then looked at me. “What triggered it?”
“Contact.”
“With what?”
I looked toward Talia.
Darev followed my gaze.
His expression became insufferable.
Talia sighed. “It was me.”
“What kind of contact?”
“I held his wrist.”
“For how long?”
“A few seconds.”
“Emotional state?”
Talia looked at me.
I looked at Darev.
He shrugged. “Relevant.”
“She was cleaning an injury.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
Talia’s mouth twitched.
Darev looked between us. “Nothing.”
“Yes.”
He turned to Talia. “Did you feel anything?”
She straightened.
That question bothered her.
“I don’t know.”
Darev’s tone changed, gentler now. “Pain?”
“No.”
“Heat?”
