“How many times do I need to tell you not to lose focus?” “Hmm, many?” Lessia’s voice wavered a little as she became acutely aware of how hard Merrick’s heart slammed against his chest, its beats echoing through her, quickening her own rhythm. Placing a hand on his chest, right over his heart, she let out a soft breath when it drummed against her palm, its beats so wild she thought they might shake the ship if they hastened further, and an idea formed in her slightly clouded mind.
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