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Havoc
Ihate being still.
Hate it more than anything.
The couch at the Tavern is too soft.
Too comfortable.
Too… stationary. But I want to be downstairs, with the others.
“Don’t move.”
Aspen’s voice cuts across the room before I even finish shifting.
I freeze.
Slowly look over at her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She doesn’t even look up from what she’s doing.
“Nope.”
I exhale through my nose.
Lean back again.
Because apparently that’s my life now.
She walks over a second later.
Hands full of supplies.
Focused.
Calm.
Completely in control.
“You pulled the bandage loose,” she says.
“I barely moved.”
“You moved enough.”
She sets everything down beside me.
And suddenly…
She’s close again.
Too close.
Her fingers brush my shoulder as she peels back the dressing.
