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My heart thudded loudly as blood rushed to my ears, making me sag against the hard chest of the sandy-haired man who had come up to stand behind me.

“Careful Raya,” He whispered, all trace of his usually playful personality gone as his sea-green eyes bored into mine, before I gasped again, jerking my hand away from his grasp and stumbling toward the stone towers of the maiden chambers.

Nothing, I was nothing to him? What about last night? The forehead kisses he had given me when he thought I’d been sleeping, and the way he looked at me like he couldn't wait to have every inch of...