He liked that lining very much—the nod to her love of color. The proof that something was left of the girl he’d loved, even if she’d grown into this woman who looked down on him like a fucking queen. High above on the rooftops, watching her warrior. And him, ready to do anything for her favor. The wind lifted her hair up and back behind her and the sun caught it, turning it to flame. Turning him to flame, as it revealed her face. Unmasked. Unmasked and perfect, her eyes on him. Everywhere. He bathed in her scrutiny, wanting to spread his arms wide beneath it, loving the way she assessed his
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