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Neon lights flashed outside the apartment window. Sloane pressed an ice pack to Ryder's swollen hand.
He had hit Kaelen with full force, and his knuckles were red and bruised.
Sloane sat on the bed, gently blowing on his hand. Her eyelashes cast long shadows as she looked down. "Does it hurt?"
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