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As soon as she’d said yes, Laarn had scooped her up in his arms and carried her in silence through the warriors lining the walls of the corridor. A walk of triumph, he’d made sure to look each warrior in the eye as they passed, the hard, possessive look on his face making Jess shiver.
Silence had reigned on the walk back to his quarters. A feeling of safety filled her as she curled up next to his broad chest, her arms around his neck, but she was tempered with increasing anticipation and nervousness when he didn’t speak.
She stole a look at his face, their gazes clashing. His expression was tight, not the pleasant and neutral one she was used to seeing. A shiver rolled down her spine. She’d spent weeks pushing him, trying to get under his guard and now that she had, she had the sudde
