Annabelle shot him a glare. She wasn’t looking for any signs of another woman.
What she noticed was Kendrick’s pale complexion and the sweat beading on his forehead — it didn’t seem like sweat from heat. More importantly, he carried the distinct scent of medicine and blood.
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