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Borte smiled with poisoned sweetness at
her betrothed. “I’ll just have to kill you some
other time, then.”
Yeran grinned back, the portrait of wicked
amusement. “Some other time, then,” he
promised.
Nesryn didn’t fail to note the light that
gleamed in the captain’s eyes. Or the way
Borte bit her lip, just barely, her breath
hitching.
Yeran leaned in to whisper something in
Borte’s ear that made the girl’s eyes widen.
And apparently stunned her enough that when
Yeran prowled to his ruk, the portrait of
swaggering arrogance, Borte blushed
furiously and returned to cleaning her ruk.
“Don’t ask,” she muttered.
Nesryn held up her hands. “I wouldn’t
dream of it.”
Borte’s blush remained for minutes