When I looked toward the fires, the Guardian was with Tillia, their heads bent in a private conversation. He leaned in so close that their cheeks nearly touched. She rested a hand on his heart, shoulders falling away from her ears at whatever he said. Then her forehead dropped to his chest, resting beside her hand. It was a private moment. Intimate. And I was intruding. My gaze snapped to the ground. Tillia and the Guardian? Were they together? It made sense. Both were warriors. Both were fearless. She was breathtaking, and he was…him. A slimy sensation crawled beneath my skin, and I shoved it
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