‘Let’s have it, then. What is it you demand of me for your first win?’ Drue surveyed him brazenly before folding her arms, her chin jutting out. ‘Take off your shirt,’ she ordered boldly. Talemir’s answering laugh vibrated through his whole chest and into his bones. So she’s playing offensive. I can handle that. He’d been curious to see what path she’d take them down, given the first victory. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached for the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare torso beneath. ‘Interesting choice of prize, Wildfire,’ he said, his voice low as he watched
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