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What Do You Want?

Shaking my head, I stab my food and shovel it into my mouth, ignoring Rafael's amused gaze and lopsided grin.

"I am curious, though." Rafael shifts on the stoop, turning to face me directly, his leg pressing into the side of mine. Heat ignites at the point of contact and ripples through me. I hate this. And I will force myself to hate him if that is what it takes.

I begrudgingly swallow the delicious and not-at-all-tough meat. "About?"

"How did you come out here in the first place?"

"I volunteered," I lie. "During training, I showed an aptitude for guard work and volunteered to be a sentry out in the deep woods. Since it's far from the packhouse and the central territory, I set up a place to stay."

"You must be very dedicated to River Crest to accept such a lonely post."

"With all my heart and soul," I snort.

"Makayla—"

"You want another beer?" I'm up and halfway to the cooler before he can respond. I don't know why I ran just now. It's just… the way he said my name made everything in
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