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“Poppy, you wound me. In my heart,' he said, placing his hand over his chest. 'Again.'

'Don't whine. You'll heal. Again,' I snapped. 'Unfortunately.'

He chuckled. 'I'm not the only one who is a liar, it appears.' Reaching down, he gripped the hem of his tunic. 'You'd be very sad if I didn't heal.'

'I wouldn't care-”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire