SydneyThe conversation around the table faded. The warmth from his hand spread outward like ink in water, soaking into places I hadn’t realized were still starved. I gripped the edge of my napkin, trying to anchor myself to something—anything. My lips parted, breath quiet and shallow. I leaned back slightly, and he followed, trailing just high enough to make me forget how to think.“You look breathtaking tonight, Sydney,” he rasped as he leaned closer to my ear. “Black is definitely your colour.”I didn’t know how it was possible, but that seemed to turn me on even more.“Right, Sydney?” Kara’s voice shattered it, and I was flung back into reality by the insistence in her voice.“I’m sorry, what?” I said, shaking my head to clear the fuzziness, though Bryce didn’t stop.“My question,” she said, too-sweet and too-loud, “you agree with us, don’t you? About power needing to be earned, not inherited?”I blinked. “I believe power is kept by those who understand its cost.”Kara laughed. “A
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