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“Did you see where he went?”
“Did you see where she went?”
Geraint scratched his chin. I scrubbed my fingers through my hair. Then finally, in the silence, where we both were waiting for the other to respond, our gazes connected.
“Who?” I asked.
“Enid,” he said. “I saw her in the crowd when your match ended. Who are you talking about?”
“Baros, of course. That’s who we’re here looking for. Not to try to get you laid.”
Geraint’s gaze, which had been bouncing around the arena, jerked back to me. “I’m not trying to date her,” he said through clenched teeth. “I need to see if she’s okay. I wounded her.”
“And what? You want to find her to kiss it better?”
“See.” He snapped. “There.” He pointed his index finger at me. “That wit you think is so cute is as sharp and cutting as your bla
