I have deleted about half as many words as this MS will have in the end. Here’s an excerpt that may or may not still be there when the editing dust settles. 😉
Graden had the door open and waiting by the time Searcy reached him. His eyes widened and lips parted in shock. “My lord, your face—”
His face stung like a sonofabitch. The area around his right eye burned. The razor sharp pain hadn’t registered at first, but he was feeling it just fine now, thank you very much.
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