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Sargas was feeling brave.
At least, that’s what Dee imagined when the question left his lips. “So, about those hugs you owe us…”
She raised an eyebrow, threw a roundhouse towards his head. He batted it away.
Not taking the hint, he continued, “It doesn’t seem like you to play favorites. I mean, I wouldn’t think you’d want the rest of us to have hurt feelings.”
She stopped, hands-on-hips, studying how much of his teasing was a cover to hide how much of a thing this really was.
She turned to where Antares stood on the sidelines. He’d still never joined her in a sparring match, though he was always close at hand. Of all of them, he was her guard, where the others seemed more like companions.
She was convinced he never slept. She’d caught him dozing in the plush chair that now sat ne
