Eiran’s hand tightened around mine as if he could protect me against Dacre’s scrutiny. Dacre was wearing his leathers, but his vest was missing, and I only noted one dagger at his side. His body was relaxed, his gaze glazed over from the wine, and he was devastatingly handsome. “Eiran took over, did he?” He lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long drink. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and the bottle clinked against his teeth before he lowered it again. I could see Wren looking back and forth between us out of my peripheral, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off him. “Does that
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