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The amulet sat cold against his chest, unwilling to be warmed by his flesh. Lamont clutched it through his shirt.
“It’s like if I suddenly couldn’t see anything, or hear anything.” That was the best analogy. He’d thought he’d wanted the power of his dragonmark, that constantly informed him of the intentions of other, gone. This was supposed to make him feel less anxious, not more.
Nik reached out, lacing their fingers together. “But you can still trust my intentions, right?”
Lamont’s smile was small but sincere. “Of course.” He didn’t need magic to detect his husband’s love and care.