“And when, exactly, did you break it off?” Now Caspen fell silent. “When, Caspen?” Tem asked again, firmly this time. He sighed. “The first night of the training.” A wave of horror passed over Tem. “Before or after we met?” From the look on his face, she knew the answer. He said it anyway: “After.” Tem’s stomach turned. “Are you telling me you were engaged when I undressed in front of you?” His voice was tight with pain: “Yes.” Tem felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. That was the night she’d touched herself—the night she’d slipped the claw between her legs. “But Tem—” Caspen
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