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He turned my hands over again and pressed his lips to my knuckles, warm and slow, his eyes staying on mine as he did it, and I felt the touch move through me the way his touches always did, finding every nerve ending and making itself known. "Thorian," I said. "Mm." "You said last night that you knew how today ended," I said. "I did," he said. "Dinner is not for another three hours," I said. Something shifted in his eyes. That warmth. That specific look. "I know," he said. "Which means," I said, "we have three hours before Vaelin says something inappropriate." He stood, slowly, still holding my hands, until he was close enough that I had to tilt my head back to keep his gaze.