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"All done."

When Nora Fatehi looked up again, she saw that Caesor had fallen asleep on the sofa. His face was pale from blood loss.

She had to admit—she was impressed. How could he fall asleep at a time like this? Didn't it hurt?

Or had he passed out from losing too much blood?

She tossed his bloodied shirt into the trash, helped him lie down on the sofa, and draped a thin blanket over him