Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
Rachel CaineMeditate?โ I took my head out from under the pillow, shook dark hair back from my face, and rolled over on my side to look at him. โExcuse me, but the closest I ever got to having a spiritual awakening was dating a yoga instructor. Once.
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