The Prince, the Rogue & the Reckoning

the time Lyra Thorn reached the royal training yard, the sold

come here

e she knew they

Ale saw

lling into eyes that always carried that wicked glint as if

outh

still be sleeping off

n her black leather trousers. "I don't

talking like that, I might start bel

ugh the corner of her mo

mo

his trouble-making lines, a quiet ripple

erion ha

of Cassian's chaos. Where Cassian carried danger like a seco

yes found Lyra a

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kind of mess

rd, regal even in si

dy but warmer than he wante

, Your Highness. Bad girls wake up wi

ed her he

up, you would've been the first to know

dier choked

re not here to trade flirtat

r a wooden p

ecause I need to te

between her fingers, un

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off the post, grin shar

we're hav

. Too fast for someone w

ing under his arm, blade g

circling her. "You move

. "Better

n, a clash,

ke two storms trying

smirk falt

d you ge

opped paying

d him, expression unreadable-but the ten

the way Cassian

y Lyra's lips curved

t like a

eeded to

confirm

blocked sharply and hooked her leg behin

diers e

ip of the wooden s

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breathing hard, annoyed,

use I like

side lightly an

forward the mom

he said,

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unpredictable, Aer

to provoke her, Aeri

denly aware of h

d hers as he passed

n't smirk-

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e way her br

outed from

ur way through this

ignor

str

sion-his technique perfect,

ackward until her back hit

stopped just ag

y tou

ith hers-dark, co

han before," he sa

ons... they mak

, stepping forward until t

tend you don

ted exhale echoed

pped back,

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w she had st

he li

ned for Lyra to follow him into the shaded

hed-expressi

t done w

a lon

l the sounds of clashing

quietly, turni

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d to see if I was

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