“Something like that,” he said with what felt like a deliberate brush of his fingers down her arm as his hand slipped off her shoulder. Snatching the feathers from his desk, he shoved them at her. “Keep them.” Serenna steadied the tremor in her hand before retrieving the offered gift. She stared at the black and white plumes and couldn’t help but think he’d shared something important with her. Holding her breath, Serenna hoped that the coiled knot of her feelings wasn’t bleeding through the bond. Vesryn cleared his throat. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Serenna blinked, the spell snapping.
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