![]() ![]() They were warm, she noticed, and maybe a little rough from callouses. The second thing Darcy was aware of was the touch of someone’s fingers on her neck – checking for a pulse? They pressed against her throat, then patted her cheek gently. It wasn’t harsh, didn’t try to press itself against her closed eyelids and force them open it was soft, gentle, like looking up at the sky through a canopy as she struggled back to consciousness.
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