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Imogen bounced onto the bed next to her. “I can’t believe you were objectifying me,” she teased. “Is that all I am to you, Laudna? Some blood and a hot ass?” 

Laudna picked up the book, primly raised it between them. She was not quick enough to hide the uptick of her lips. “And here I thought you liked it when I objectified you. You certainly like to offer yourself up.”

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Imogen bounced onto the bed next to her. “I can’t believe you were objectifying me,” she teased. “Is that all I am to you, Laudna? Some blood and a hot ass?” 

Laudna picked up the book, primly raised it between them. She was not quick enough to hide the uptick of her lips. “And here I thought you liked it when I objectified you. You certainly like to offer yourself up.”

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Imogen bounced onto the bed next to her. “I can’t believe you were objectifying me,” she teased. “Is that all I am to you, Laudna? Some blood and a hot ass?” 

Laudna picked up the book, primly raised it between them. She was not quick enough to hide the uptick of her lips. “And here I thought you liked it when I objectified you. You certainly like to offer yourself up.”

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She thought she knew what she’d see. Imogen, huddled on the bed in the dark, in pain. Laudna would get her a glass of water, which would be insufficient, and some painkillers, which would be insufficient, and curl up next to her, which would do nothing but make Imogen breathe a little easier. She had been so sure that she struggled to understand the contradiction of the sight before her. All she could do was stare.

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