Nothing else. I slept with him because I wanted to. Solely because I wanted to, even though doing so risked my plan. My chest rises and falls as I stare up at Draven. The words are right there on my tongue, but for some reason, I can’t make myself say them. Him knowing the truth won’t change anything. We’re still enemies. I’m still his slave. And I’m still plotting to ruin him by helping the human resistance pull off a devastating heist against the Iceheart Dynasty. Our already far too complicated feelings for each other will only make everything worse. So in the end, I just close my mouth
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