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Taeryn's eyes were focused on the glow of his laptop screen while Rihan slept deeply beside him. It had been two days since the attack. The bandage around Rihan's head was finally gone, the wound clean and healing, though the doctor's strict orders still echoed in Taeryn's mind.
No sex until the headaches stop.
It irritated him more than he cared to admit.
Still, he obeyed. For now.
Rihan spent most of his time asleep, drugged into rest and recovery, curled against Taeryn. Taeryn kept himself busy, one arm occasionally draped over Rihan's waist, fingers brushing his back as if to reassure himself that he was still breathing.
On the screen, lines of information about the Cullers scrolled endlessly as Taeryn cross-checked reports from the others handling the groundwork.
Ever since Baekhyung, no bodies had surfaced. They Cullers had learned.
