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... low and bright over the training grounds, but it wasn’t nearly as merciless as the man currently wiping the floor with me.
Draven.
I still hadn’t figured out what changed in him. After weeks of that strange distance—of avoiding my gaze, of a coldness so heavy it made the air around us brittle—he had thawed. Not just thawed, either.
Now he teased me, smirked like Dennis would, and even had the gall to slap my backside every time I turned away from him in the wrong stance. ...
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