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Dain’s jaw clenches and his hands curl into fists at his sides.

He’s talking about Amber. I know it. Dain knows it. Everyone in this
whole, awkward room knows it. Our entire squad was there when Dain

demanded I call Xaden a liar.

Xaden turns those unfathomable eyes back on me. “Do us both a favor
and put the fucking armor back on,” he finishes.

Before I can counter, he turns and walks off the mat, meeting Garrick at

the edge.
His back.

My quiet gasp is uncontrollable, and Xaden tenses for a second before

taking his shirt from Garrick’s outstretched hand and tugging it over his
head, covering the navy-blue relic of a dragon that sweeps from his waist to

over both shoulders—textured intricately with raised silver lines I couldn’t
see from across the gym.

Silver lines I instantly recognize as scars.

“You held your own and controlled your temper,” Tairn says, an immense
swell of pride flooding my chest.

“She’s ready,” Andarna adds with a giddy jolt of joy that makes me
instantly light-headed.

“She’s ready,” he agrees.

…

A couple of hours later, I rip my brush through my hair in the privacy of my
room, still fully dressed down to my boots and armor. I still can’t believe I

made an ass of myself in front of my entire squad simply because Xaden

decided to train shirtless.
I really need to get laid.

I pause mid-brushstroke when a rush of energy races down my spine,
dissipating in a heartbeat.

Well, that’s…weird.