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Tairn roars from my right so hard that spit flies, smacking Liam in the
face and making my ears ring. Liam drops his hands and backs away
slowly, putting his palms up. “Got it. Point made. No touching.”
Free from his grip, I spin toward the field as Xaden reaches the riders.
“You’re fucking early,” he says.
And my heart stops.
