Corrick frowns. “You meant . . .” His eyebrows go up. “You thought I didn’t know?” I stare back at him, but the words catch in my throat and refuse to form. They don’t need to form, because he bursts out with, “How could I not know? You made eyes at that stable boy for months!” “What?” I sputter. “Every single time we went into the Wilds.” His voice drops to a mockery of mine. “ ‘Go find a game of cards, Cory. Doesn’t that look like a lively dance, little brother? I’m going to go see some horses. Why don’t you join those boys by the fire. I’ll be back in an hour.’ ” He rolls his eyes. “I was
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