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42 - DEVLIN

"I'll be back tomorrow night," Trent stops just outside the training room, leaning in for a kiss but stopping himself as if he can't bear it either. He looks through the doorway and scoffs in my direction. "You never learnt as much when I tried to teach you.”

“I was young,” I angle myself towards him to take his concentration away from Brixton, but it’s not working… and I don’t like the look he’s giving him. “And I was too… distracted.” I bite my lip, but I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or my own.

I need to keep all the things I want to say to myself.

“Yes,” he says, angling my head up to look at him, “you were always quite… distractable.”

“As are you,” Corbyn mocks, leaning against the wall as if he’s been there forever. “And after breakfast, I don’t think she needs anymore ‘training’.”

“He’s loyal to US,” Trent snaps at Corbyn, “besides, after going with her to the dress fitting, I don’t think you need any more input.”

“Touche,” Corbyn announces without explanation or re
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Rebecca
Thank god. I was about to give up on this book as the story was stagnating.
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