“Twenty-four,” he corrects her, his eyes on me. “I only need twenty-four hours. Jarrett can have the other twenty-four.” Because I’ll be gone. “Suit yourself.” She clamps Jarrett on the shoulder in consolation as he walks by, then follows him out. We’re alone. “You’re early,” Xaden says, but the look in his eyes is anything but condemnation. I lift a brow and try to ignore the way my palms itch to touch him. “Is that a complaint?” “No.” He shakes his head slowly. “I just wasn’t expecting you until noon.” “Turns out Tairn flies pretty damned fast when he’s not being held back by a riot.” Gods,
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