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As her heart finally slowed, Emi sat back on her heels, at a total loss for what to do. Her gaze travelled over him again, stuttering to a stop on his right arm. A jagged wound extended down his upper arm, leaking a small trickle of blood.
Mentally steeling herself, she retrieved a washcloth and the first aid kit before kneeling beside him. Watching his face for any sign of returning consciousness, she carefully wiped away the blood, then pulled out some gauze pads. She pressed a row of pads to the wound and wrapped white gauze around his upper arm to hold them in place.
With another wary glance at his face, she tugged his kosode -style shirt open to expose the second gouge that ran from his shoulder down one side of his chest—a very nicely toned chest. Her cheeks heated as she applied another pad to his injury, ignoring the hard muscle under her hands. He was actually incredibly handsome, with sculpted features that were defined but not too sharp, softened by his mess of hair.
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He even outdid Katsuo, and that was saying something. Not that she cared, of course. He was a yokai—a spiritual being, not a human, no matter how human he might look. Then she sat back and admired her work. She repacked the first aid kit and set it aside. Pursing her lips, she reached across him and tugged his kosode back into place, arranging it neatly.
Less distracting for her anyway. Was she really admiring the physique of a yokai? She needed to get a grip on herself. Putting one hand over her eyes, she took a long, deep breath. Feeling more centered, she dropped her hand. As she turned to bolt, he lunged. A hard yank on the long sleeve of her kimono pulled her backward off her feet. She fell on top of him. Writhing madly, she rolled away, only for him to grab her and haul her back again. One arm, strong as a steel bar, clamped around her middle, pinning her arms and trapping her against his chest. His other hand closed around her throat and squeezed, applying just enough pressure to freeze her in place.
She panted, lightheaded from terror.
Her arms were pinned. Never in her life had she been physically restrained like this.
Panic fuzzed the edges of her thoughts. She tipped her head back to see his face, to gauge his intent.
His gaze traveled across her room, intent and analyzing. Then his eyes flicked down and he appeared almost surprised to see her staring up at him. His mouth curved into a sly grin, flashing pointed canines. I am hopeful and optimistic that someday Tapestry readers will be able to enjoy the entire series in whatever format they prefer. Most e-books come in a universal file format. Ultimately, this is a bottom-line business and their data suggested this was the best course for them to take.
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