Thorne dismounts first. Once he’s off, he grabs me around the waist to help me dismount as well. I release a shuddering breath, relieved to be back on solid footing. The damp grass feels amazing under my bare feet. Safe. I’m tempted to drop to my knees and kiss the ground, but Thorne has enough reasons to sneer at me without adding another to the list. “What in the gods’ names are you wearing?” The strangled quality to his voice prompts me to open my eyes, where I find his gaze focused on my gown. My damp gown. Glancing down, I see the material clings to my breasts in a way that leaves little
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