Page 33 of Lady Tamsyn and the Pixie's Curse
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“Gryff? Gryff?” She crawled over to him and kissed his forehead, his nose, and his neck. “Are you allright?”
“Yes.” He sat up, then groaned and grabbed hisshoulder.
“Oh, good heavens, you’re bleeding! Hegotyou.”
“I think the knife got me, when it fell,” hegrumbled.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, feeling more than slightlyhysterical.
He drew back, indignant, and then groaned again. “Are you laughing? You think it’sfunny?”
“No.” She pressed her lips together. “Ofcoursenot!”
“No?” Tuft stood beside them with a grin. “Well,Ido!”
And he threw back his head andlaughed.
