You will. [It means he will probably be scolded for being out and about while still hurt, but some part of him had thought he would never be scolded by Laurent again. He will take the chiding and relish it, knowing what it means. He picks up his sword again, and lets Laurent begin to lead them out of the dank, damp tunnels, toward the exit.
That admission, the delicate phrasing of it, sends Damen's heart soaring. His smile spreads, warm and fond, crinkling at the corners of his eyes, and he says, leaving no room to argue,]
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That admission, the delicate phrasing of it, sends Damen's heart soaring. His smile spreads, warm and fond, crinkling at the corners of his eyes, and he says, leaving no room to argue,]
You missed me.