“If you don’t mind me asking, milady, since it’s none of my business…” Royce lifts his shoulders. “How long have you and Sterling been together?” My face burns, but I force a laugh. “Me and Thorne? Together?” I wave my hands in front of myself. “No, you have us all wrong.” Royce sips his ale, his eyes saying he knows I’m lying. I should leave things at that, but I can’t. “He’s my flight instructor. To be honest, he despises me.” Royce’s bushy gray eyebrows inch up. “Your definition of despise must be different than mine. That man watches you the way a mutt watches a roast chicken…like he wants
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