“Darcia…” Rohan’s nostrils flare. “Yes?” she says, her voice breathy. “Get your fucking hand off of me before I remove it.” She flinches back, hurt spreading across her face, but I see the anger too. “But—” “Leave!” She frowns, then she walks away, but not without giving me a scathing look. “Calian, pass me your waterskin.” “What?” His brows are furrowed. “Pass me your fucking waterskin.” He reaches down to grab it, eyeing me before passing it to him. Rohan opens it and pours it over the hand Darcia touched. My eyes widen in surprise, to which he notices. “The only one I want to touch me is
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