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“We’re waiting for you, Trink,” Ryske said. “We want every detail.”
Leaning back, she twisted further, sinking down against Ryske to gaze up at him. “Kiss me, Crash.”
Tightening the circle of his arms around her, she loved how hard he crushed her against him. When he bowed, she expected a kiss, but he paused before his mouth made contact with hers.
“Talk,” he said.
Frustrated by his refusal, she shoved out of his arms and sat up. Straightening out her clothes and hair, she restrained her urge to curse.
He reached for her, but she swatted his hand away. If he wanted to tease her, she could tease right back.
“Can we trust everyone in the room?” she asked.
If he said yes, she’d accept his faith. But she had to let him know that she was dubious.
“I don’t know,” Ryske said, turning
