“I’ll deal with him when we get back to Ilya. But until then”—he pats the dagger strapped to my thigh—“this doesn’t leave your side. Even when you’re with me.” I step closer with a teasing smile. “Oh, especially not when I’m with you. What if I wish to threaten your life?” “Even after I just saved yours?” He says this fondly. I trace a finger down his thin white shirt. “Perhaps I have yet to forgive you for chasing me across the Scorches.” He pulls me close, his fingers tipping my chin up toward him. “And I would do it all again just to hear you threaten my life.” “That seems foolish,” I
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