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The look in Jac’s eyes speared Rynn to the core. She was hurting, not from any physical wound, but inside. In her heart. He could practically see her bleeding but he couldn’t bring himself to comfort her.
She’d betrayed him. Waited until his back was turned to stab him in it. Even though she’d accepted him last night—shared her body with him and it had been the closest to heaven he’d ever experienced—he still felt the sting of betrayal in the bruising across the back of his head and shoulders. The tingles still zipped through his nervous system from the charge-prod. Used on ground assaults to drop things as big as the Krin, she’d been lucky not to fry herself with it, never mind him. He’d spent hours locked into his own body. Seething but unable to move.
Despite all that, everything
