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where I’ll end up. Besides, you and I are chained together because of

Sgaeyl and Tairn, which complicates…everything.” He retreats one step at a
time, the distance more than just physical. “Besides, with all that

pretending, I’m sure we’ll eventually forget last night ever happened.”

The way we’re looking at each other tells me neither of us is ever going
to forget. And he can avoid it all he wants, but we’re going to end up right

here time and again until he’s willing to recognize what this is. Because if

there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I’m going to fall for this man—
if I haven’t already—and he’s halfway there, too, whether he realizes it or

not.

Turning my back on him, I walk to the shattered halves of my throwing
target and pick them up before heading back across my room. “I never

figured you for a liar, Xaden.” I shove the halves at his chest. “You can get
me a new one when you’re ready to come to your senses. Then we’ll blow

off some steam.” I throw the aggravating man out.

…

“Did you hear that King Tauri is celebrating Reunification Day here?”
Sawyer asks as he swings his leg over the bench beside me at lunch.

“Really?” I attack my roasted chicken with zeal. Since I’ve been training

every day with Carr, my appetite somewhat resembles a bottomless pit. At
least he only drags me to that mountaintop for an hour a day, but still, by

the time breakfast comes, I’m ravenous.
After a month, I still can’t aim lightning for shit. But I’m up to about

twenty strikes an hour, so that’s an improvement. Glancing down the tables,

I catch Xaden’s eye as he eats with the leadership on the dais.
He looks scrumptious this morning. Even the broody little cloud that

follows him everywhere has a certain appeal as he rolls his eyes at
something Garrick says.

“Don’t look at me like that.”