“Don’t start,” I say. “You do realize you’re blushing.” I’m not. At least I hope I’m not. He grins. Silver hell. “You must be exhausted,” he continues, “after … ah, standing guard.” I give him a look and wonder how much of this I’m going to have to endure. “What?” he says innocently. I mimic his always-irreverent tone. “Don’t be a dick, Jake.” He lowers his voice and mimics my severe one. “As you say, Your Highness.”
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