Valia strode towards Ligon, almost reaching his desk.“This is the information I gathered,” she said, her voice steadier than her pulse.But as she extended the package, it slipped from her damp fingers sideways and hit the floor with a dull thud.“Curses,” she muttered, bending quickly to retrieve it.Ligon’s composure nearly cracked. His gaze, traitorous and unrepentant, followed her downward. The white cloth tied at her waist pulled taut as she bent, the butterfly knot shifting slightly. His pulse thrummed, deep and loud.He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk, fingers interlaced. His chin came to rest on his joined hands, but his gaze stayed fixed, dark and unreadable, following her every motion like a predator observing something far too tempting to ignore.“Do take your time,” he said, voice velvet with amusement. “You seem… rather occupied.”She shot him a glare as straightened, parchment in hand. “Yes.” She stepped closer, her boots squelching faintly
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