No Quarter Given (Sse 667)
“She had little energy, and she shifted her limited focus to tactile sensations. Someone was holding her hand. It was a large, rough hand that continued to softly stroke the underside of her wrist. Tiny prickles moved up her arm, reminding her she was alive. Stretching her state of awareness, Dana was surprised she could feel her legs once again.When the hand caressed the top of her head, Dana groggily realized she really was alive, and not dead, after all. The gesture sharply reminded her of the way her mother used to do that when Dana was sick, or had been hurt by her father. Relaxing beneath the gentle ministration, Dana absorbed the hesitant, trembling touch across her hair, relishing the sense of protection.Gradually the tunnel lightened, and Dana forced her eyes open, looking up through her thick lashes. Her lips parted. It was Griff Turcotte sitting at her bedside, holding her hand and stroking her hair! Shock made her gasp.Griff froze. "Dana?" His voice was hoarse. It was nearl...y ten in the morning.MoreLess
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