In the years they’d trained together, Lore had come to know his body as well as her own. But every part of him felt like a revelation to her now, something she needed but hadn’t known to want. They were back to sparring, trying to gain control, to drive the kiss. “Lore,” he murmured. “Lore—” Castor pulled back so suddenly it left her unsteady on her feet. Lore was still reaching for him, disoriented and desperate, when he held up a hand to stop her. There was something almost heart-breaking in the way he looked at her then. “Do that again when you mean it, Golden,” he rasped. “When it’s not to
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