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Amelia's POV

After I looked after his wounds, I returned the first aid box and sat beside him on the bed.

His eyes were glued to my body and I shoved, folding my arms across my chest. He looked up when I did this and shifted closer to me.

"Do you know what you are?" He asked, moving his fingers up to brush away some locks of my hair which had been dampened with sweat.

I knitted my brows in confusion, wondering what he meant. What else was I supposed to be?

Nothing but his slave who would ...