“Well.” He smiles, and it’s a bit shy. “I’ll be looking forward to figuring out what that means.” That makes me smile in spite of myself. “Not what you’re imagining, I’m quite sure.” He blushes, and it’s endearing. Charming. I can’t think of a single time in my life that I’ve ever made someone blush. “Come on,” he says. “We need to get out of the woods.” He grabs hold of my hand again. I let him. A whistle blazes through the woods, and the point of an arrow bursts through the center of Maxon’s chest. Then another. And a third, all in rapid succession. His eyes flare with panic, and his mouth
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