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It wasn’t quite dawn when wakefulness tugged at Lance’s attention. He didn’t open his eyes. He kept them closed as he waited for the weight of shame to hit his chest.
There would be no escaping it. Everyone on board would have heard what he and Gwin had gotten up to last night. Everyone would know about their affair.
Their adultery.
Lance didn’t so much as hear the word as see it flash across his mind’s eye. Only the light wasn’t glaring. It was soft, more of a shadow than a light really. And it faded so quickly, he questioned if he’d actually seen it at all.
His chest felt light, free of any constrictions. His heart beat a steady rhythm, no skipping about or accelerating. His mind was clear, alert.
Lance opened his eyes to a dark room, but he saw clearly. Blonde hair shimmered ac
