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“That’s not up for discussion.” Something flashes in his eyes and is

quickly replaced by a cool mask of indifference.
“Seriously?” I should know better, considering he’s avoided it this long.

“It was a mistake. You and I are going to be stationed together for the rest

of our lives, never able to escape the other. Getting involved—even on a
physical level—is a colossal blunder. No point talking about it.”

I barely keep from clutching at my chest to see if all my organs are where

they’re supposed to be, since it feels like he just eviscerated me with four
sentences. But he had been just as into it as I was. I was there, and there

was no mistaking that kind of…enthusiasm. But maybe it was the churam.

“What if I want to talk about it?”
“Then feel free, but it doesn’t mean I have to be a part of the

conversation. We’re both allowed our boundaries, and this is one of mine.”
The finality in his tone makes my stomach curdle. “I’ll agree that keeping

my distance didn’t work out so well, and if today’s little stunt was about

getting my attention, then congratulations. It’s yours.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I swing my feet to the side of

the bed. I need my boots and to get the hell out of here before I make an
even bigger fool of myself.

“Apparently I can’t trust Liam to report deadly situations or Rhiannon to

train you on the mat, seeing how easily Barlowe had you pinned, so as of
this moment, I’m taking over.”

“Taking over what?” My eyes narrow.

“Everything when it comes to you.”

…

The next day, during what should be our flight hours if not for the howling,

subzero winds outside, Xaden has me on the mat. Fortunately, he has his
shirt on, so I’m not distracted by what I know is under it. No, he’s not only

wearing fighting leathers and boots, he’s strapped to the nines with what