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shouldn’t sleep with their wingleaders, let alone fall in love with them.

Good thing he’s only my wingleader for another week or so.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll be stopped longer than a half

hour,” he warns without looking at me.

“Promise?”
His gaze whips my way, and I swear I see him actually smile before

turning back toward Garrick.

“You doing all right with whatever is going on there?” Liam asks,
startling me.

“And if I tell you I’m not sure?” I give him the same answer, my lips

curving.
“I’d think you got yourself in over your head.” The look on his face is

anything but teasing now.
“For someone who said he owes Xaden everything, that’s not a glowing

recommendation.” I drop my pack to the ground and roll the tense muscles

of my shoulders. “Don’t turn into Dain on me.”
“You feeling all right?” Xaden asks.

“Fine. Just a little sore.” The last thing I want to be is a burden for him.
“It’s not that.” Liam grimaces. “It’s just that I know his priorities.”

“I’m really sorry you got dragged along on my account,” I say quietly so

the others won’t hear. “You should be at one of the midland posts with
Dain, not being hauled past the wards. Colonel Aetos is a fair man, but I

have no doubt this assignment is meant to ‘give the marked wingleader his

due.’” I finish the last in a fair imitation of Dain’s dad, and Liam rolls his
eyes.

“I’m not scared, no one is hauling me, and believe it or not, Violet,

sometimes my orders actually don’t revolve solely around you. I do have
other skills, you know,” he teases with a grin, flashing a dimple as he hip-

checks me.
“I’ve never once forgotten how amazing you are, Liam.” And I mean it.