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Not a scratch.
Not even a scar.
“Well,” I whisper. “That’s new.”
“Better?”
I look up at him.
“Did you just heal me?”
“Yes.”
“With your hands?”
He glances at them. “Would you have preferred my feet?”
I open my mouth.
Close it.
Then point an accusing finger at his chest.
“Okay. You’re either a very convincing hallucination, an escaped lunatic with excellent special effects, or I’m having some kind of medical emergency.”
“None of those.”
“That’s exactly what a hallucination would say.”
His lips curve.
“You’re amusing.”
“And you’re naked. Which brings me to my next problem.”
His gaze follows mine downward.
I immediately look at the sky.
Terrible idea.
Because now I have an extremely detailed mental image of the divine equipment I’ve just been staring at.
“You can’t just walk around naked,” I inform him.
“Why?”
“Because people will stare.”
“Let them.”
“At your…everything?”
His gaze drops.
“Does it displease you?”
“That’s definitely not the problem.”
