For a long, suspended second, the only sound in the war tent was the crackle of the iron brazier and the frantic, shallow rhythm of my own breathing.Varek’s massive body was a wall of pure, radiating heat pressing against me. His hands remained locked on the edge of the table, caging my hips. The dark, overpowering scent of pine and woodsmoke wrapped around me, mixing strangely with the warm vanilla and rich caramel I had layered onto my own skin hours ago.I stared up into those glowing gold eyes, searching for the punchline. For the mockery.“You’re out of your mind,” I breathed, the words barely a whisper.Varek didn’t flinch. He didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned a fraction closer, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “Am I?”“I am the joke of the Aurelian court,” I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and defensive anger. I pushed my hands flat against his chest to put space between us. It was like shoving a mountain of solid granite. He didn't budge. “Less than an
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