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mine, and my stomach flutters. Shit, I’m too on edge to deal with him or the

way he makes me feel tonight.
“Imagining that’s me?” he asks, shutting my door and leaning back

against it, folding his arms across his chest. Then he does a double-take, his

heated gaze roaming over my body.
Suddenly, the spring breeze coming through the open window isn’t

enough to cool my skin, not when he’s looking at me like that.

My long braid swings across my back as I take another dagger off my
dresser. “No. But it was you about twenty minutes ago.”

“Who is it now?” He raises a brow, crosses one ankle over the other.

“No one you know.” With a flick of my wrist, the next blade goes through
the sternum. “Why are you here?” I glance his way just long enough to note

that he’s bathed and wearing our standard uniform instead of flight leathers,
and definitely not long enough to note how fucking good he looks. Just

once, I’d love to see him disheveled or unnerved, anything outside that

calm control he wears like armor. “Let me guess. Since Liam is out of
commission, it’s your duty to lecture me about sleeping in plain cotton.”

“I didn’t come to lecture you,” he says softly, and I can feel the warmth
of his gaze like a caress as it rakes over the thin black straps of my dressing

gown. “But I can definitely see that you’re not wearing your armor.”

“No one is going to be ridiculous enough to attack me now.” I take
another dagger from the dresser, my pile dwindling. “Not when I can kill

them from fifty yards away.” Tapping the end of the razor-sharp weapon, I

pivot slightly, just enough to face him. “Do you think it works inside? I
mean, how does someone wield lightning if there’s no sky?” Keeping my

eyes locked on his, I fling the dagger at the target. The satisfying sound of

split wood tells me I hit true.
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.” He pulls in a deep breath. “I think

that’s something you’ll have to figure out.” His gaze drops to my mouth and
his arms tense.