“Tell me something,” Lessia whispered when Raine’s and Kerym’s soft breathing betrayed that sleep had taken them, and the world around her seemed to become too quiet—too gentle to keep her spinning mind distracted. “What do you want me to tell you?” Peeking up at him, she met his eyes, and one of those jolts—the ones that seemed to run through her more often when her eyes collided with his—hit her like a spark of electricity.
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