“I’ll withhold that information for a future lesson, I think.” His fingers brushed against her wrist for a moment, and then he straightened the sword in its stand. “Why?” Zylah asked, taking a step back to put space between them. He clearly had no sense of boundaries. “Because I like the way your eyes light up when you think you’ve finally figured everything out,” he said with polished charm, tugging at the end of her braid. He’d closed the distance between them again, his gaze playful as he looked down at her. She gave a firm shove against his chest, and he didn’t budge an inch. “You’re kind
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