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I turn toward the caves, only a little surprised when Alaric follows, although a lot irritated with myself for being happy about it.
Do I want this stuck-up know-it-all boy on my heels—even if he is a good kisser? Yes.
Do I want him burying his fingers in my hair?
Yes, but not if he’s only digging for what’s mine. Yes, mine.
Crap, I’m thinking in terms of winning again, and that might not work out so well now that Malik—one third of our alliance—is dead. If it comes down to me and Alaric playing rock paper scissors for the crown, will I be able to accept it if I lose?
And more importantly, will he?
I can’t think that far ahead right now. It’s dumb to wonder how I’ll react to winning or losing when I only have two keys, and those were taken so easily from me...even if I do have th
