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“Yes. Almost got there too late.” He looked and sounded angry. As if he cared. Pathetic, wishful thinking on my part.

“How was it you were close enough in the first place?”

He scowled. “I was visiting someone in the area.”

“Who?” I asked a little too quickly and harshly.

“None of your business.”

A reply that rebuked and only served to make me wonder what he was hiding. Had he been visiting another woman?

As it hit me, I was jealous. I quickly changed the subject. “Where am I?”

“The castle.”

“Obviously. But whose room is this?” Because if this was for guests, then it surpassed ridiculously sumptuous into ostentatious.

“It’s mine.”

“You brought me to your room?” I squeaked and then slapped my face. “My veil. Where is it?”

“Probably still in your room.”

“You brought me here without covering my features?” I yelled, probably not the thing I should be most worried about after almost becoming dragon fodder. Yet, it bothered me.

“It’s not as if anyone would recognize you. Your Sharia ruse was very well done. I’ve never seen better magic.”

“It’s not magic. And you’re changing the subject. You had no right to bring me here.”

“I saved you.”

“Great. Doesn’t explain why I’m here instead of my room.”

“It had two dead dragons inside.”

“I’m sure they’ve been butchered by now.” I sat up and swung my legs over the edge.

“Why are you in a hurry to leave? You should rest.”

“I feel fine,” I grumbled, even as I lied. I did not feel fine. My body felt as if I’d been pummeled by a dragon. I pushed off the elevated bed to the floor and realized I no longer wore the gown I’d put on for bed. “Who dressed me?”

“Your friend.”

“Palla? Is she okay?” I glanced at him and drank in the casual sight. He wore breeches, but no socks or shoes. His shirt was loose and partially unbuttoned, showing off the toned muscles of his chest. A chest I saw each time I closed my eyes. His hair was disheveled. He looked tired as well. How hard had these last few days been on him?

“Your friend is currently eating with the giants and your uncle, who is, apparently, actually your uncle.”

“Not by blood. More by association.”

He cocked his head. “Family is who we trust.”

“Since you have none, I guess that means you trust nobody.”

He shrugged. “I have a few, but I don’t flaunt them because it’s harder for people to use them against me.”

“Sad.” It was. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I’d not had Palla, Qynn, and Kya.

“Don’t pity me.”

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