“Whatever. I’ll ask Vice Commander Torno.” My conversation with her that first day leads me to believe she might be accommodating. “Have a nice day, sir.” I turn on my heel and trip over my feet. Before I hit the ground, he pulls me up. There’s an unspoken apology in his eyes, and a flicker of something else. Longing? Desire? Or am I imagining things that aren’t there? The air stills, and my stupid heart beats double-time. He swallows. His gaze dips to my mouth before his jaw hardens. “Lark—” The sound of my given name on his tongue does funny things to my heart. Things I definitely should
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