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When Sarah regained consciousness, she sensed a familiar environment.

Everything that happened—the sudden mission, escape and the brutal battle— seemed to be a nightmare.

Feeling the familiar warmth on her hair, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Varian looking at her with a gentle smile.

His hand brushed her hair, no longer stained with blood. It was as silky and beautiful as always.

"Did I do well?" She brought his hand to his face and cupped her cheek in his palm.

"You did," Varian pinched her cheek and said. "Without you, I wouldn't have won. We wouldn't have survived."

"Liar. She wasn't unimportant, but I am the reason for your sorry survival." A cold voice rang in the bedroom, prompting Sarah to turn her head and look at the woman sleeping at the edge, well away from Varian's arm reach.

Sarah rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "Cry me a river, granny! Without me, you'd have been dead. Just admit it."