"I'm right here," I called, interrupting the rising voices. Asterion's knees buckled as he spun, the whites showing around his dark eyes. He still had dust from the road on his trousers, and his collar was pulled open, a tantalizing glimpse of carved muscle swelling against the fabric as he heaved in a sudden breath. Conall's shoulders sagged and he swept tangled red strands back from his sharp features, offering me a crooked, weary smile. Asterion took one lurching step toward me and then froze as I approached. "I was napping with Hywel," I said. Asterion straightened, his gaze lifting over
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