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more quills. No more inkpots.

“That has nothing to do with it.” Gods, could she have said that a little
louder?

“And yet I don’t hear you denying it.” She smiles sweetly at me.

“I’m sorry I don’t make the cut,” Liam teases. “But I’m sure Riorson
would be fine with my reviewing a couple candidates, especially if it means

you’ll stop flipping him off in front of his entire wing.”

“And how exactly would you be reviewing candidates? What will you be
scoring?” Rhiannon asks, one eyebrow raised above her wide grin. “This I

have to hear.”

I manage a straight face for all of two seconds before laughing at how
horrified he suddenly looks. “Thanks for the offer, though. I’ll make sure to

run any potential liaisons by you.”
“I mean, you could watch,” Rhiannon continues, blinking innocently at

him. “Just to be sure she’s fully covered. You know, so no one…sticks it to

her.”
“Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?” Ridoc asks from Liam’s side.

“Because my entire life has led up to this very moment.”
Even Sawyer laughs.

“Fuck me,” Liam mutters under his breath. “I’m just saying that since

you’re protected at night now—” We laugh harder, and he blows out a deep
breath.

“Wait.” I stop laughing. “What do you mean I’m protected at night?

Because you’re next door?” My smile vanishes. “Please tell me he’s not
making you sleep in the hallway or something obnoxious.”

“No. Of course not. He warded your door the morning after the attack.”

His expression clearly says I should know this. “I’m guessing he didn’t tell
you?”

“He what?”
“He warded your door,” Liam says, quieter this time. “So only you can