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Kaz holds his breath; Inej gently takes his bare hands into her own. Her fingertips are calloused and softly scarred, but she holds his palms like delicate silks. He shivers when she traces her finger pads against the backs of his fingers and outlines the tip of his knuckles with her nails.
He stares at her as she smiles softly; Inej doesn’t appear repulsed by the sight of his hands freed from their gloves. When he peers down to watch her fingers touch him, Kaz doesn’t once flinch.
