“Did you enjoy watching training?” “I wasn’t watching. I was studying.” He chuckled quietly. “Sure you were.” “Where’s my dad, anyway?” I asked, twisting around to look in the direction of the gym. “Why? Don’t you like being alone with me, Freckles?” “Don’t call me Freckles.” “What else should I call you? Ladybug?” I snorted. “If you think that’s meaner than just Bug, you should know it’s not. It’s cute.” I jerked, my words dying on my lips as Cayden’s hand reached out and brushed my arm, circling over a patch of freckles. “Red with spots…elegant, but cute…so fragile and easy to crush. It
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