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largest dragon relic I’ve ever seen. Mine consumes the skin between

shoulder blades, but Sgaeyl’s mark takes up his entire back.
And I know exactly how that body feels on top of mine, just how much

power—

My hip stings, knocking me out of my trance, and I startle.
“Serves you right,” Tairn lectures.

“Pay attention!” Rhiannon yells, drawing back her staff. “I could have…

Oh.” Clearly, she sees what I do, what nearly every other woman—and
several of the men—are happily watching.

How can we not when the two of them are mesmerizing?

Garrick’s wider, more densely packed with muscle than Xaden, his
rebellion relic only extending to his shoulder, the second largest I’ve seen.

Only Xaden’s reaches his carved jawline.
“That is…” Rhiannon murmurs beside me.

“It sure is,” I agree.

“Stop objectifying our wingleader,” Liam teases.
“Is that what we’re doing?” Rhiannon asks, not bothering to look away.

My mouth waters at the muscled expanse of his back and that sculpted
ass. “Yeah, I think that’s what we’re doing.”

Liam snorts.

“We could just be watching for technique.”
“Yeah. We absolutely could be.” But I’m not. I’m shamelessly wondering

how his skin would feel under my fingertips, how my body would react to

having every ounce of that intense focus on me. Heat races through my
veins and stings my cheeks.

A repetitive smacking sound draws my attention to the right, where Ridoc

is tapping out with zeal. Imogen drops him, leaving him gasping for breath
on the mat, and an unwanted and absolutely illogical flash of ugly, twisted

jealousy stabs me straight in the chest at the pure yearning she can’t hide in
her expression as she watches Xaden and Garrick.