“I didn’t come back because I agree with you.” Manon yanked the blankets over herself. Dorian smiled slightly, and fell asleep once more, letting his magic warm them both. When they awoke, something sharp in his chest had dulled—just a fraction. But Manon was frowning down at him. Dorian sat up, groaning as he stretched his arms as far as the tent would allow. “What is it?” he asked when her brow remained furrowed. Manon pulled on her boots, then her cape. “Your eyes are brown.” He lifted a hand to his face, but she was already gone. Dorian stared after her, the camp already hurrying to be
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