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1422 BLOIS, LOIRE VALLEY
S he was gasping, lying in a bed of grass, the air heavy with the organic scent of sweat and blood. She turned her head to see Theo kneeling beside her, his face drawn with worry. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.
“They’re alive?” She panted.
Theo nodded. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her temple. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. He pressed his lips to her cheek, then her jaw, and finally, her mouth. “You are a warrior, Alba Joan.”
Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as he kissed her, her body sinking into the earth. “I love you.”
“I loved you first . . .”
“Amalie.”
“Amalie, I’m here.”