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Unconsciously, Sophie threaded her fingers through Cayden’s hair, lovingly stroking the woman who brought such pleasure into her life. They lay across the soft bed as the sun filtered through the window. A warm breeze floated across the room. Cayden’s breath slowed and evened, the air blowing from her lips drying Sophie’s skin. Sophie closed her eyes, wanting to know if Cayden felt her heart pounding. She wanted to tell the warrior why it hammered so violently, but she could not muster the courage to give voice to her feelings. ‘Cayden?’ ‘Hmmm?’ Cayden muttered without moving or opening her eyes. ‘Let’s run away. Let’s go someplace far away from Breathwood and everyone we know. We can be together always.’ ‘Otto would follow us, Milady,’ Cayden responded. ‘He couldn’t live without us.’ The strong woman rolled to Sophie’s side. She stretched out on her back, her eyes focused on the ceiling. ‘We should be honest with ourselves. We would miss him.’ She took a deep breath and stood. ‘He. Again. What the hell. He’d just get the coaching then walk away. She was fairly hostile anyway, so there was no danger. ‘When would be convenient for you?’ He continued. He was asking? Why wasn’t he telling her when he could fit it in? ‘Um. How about after my last class later today? Or same time tomorrow?’ She suggested. ‘Fine with me. I had a practice booked, but I’ll cancel it. Can we do today? I really need this.’ She had misjudged him. He was cancelling a practice to do maths. Now she needed to get the first strike in for where, because she definitely wasn’t going to meet him anywhere alone. ‘How about we meet in the library at about six then?’ ‘Thank you. I’m really grateful that you’re taking me seriously.’ As she walked away, she suddenly realised that he had not challenged her statement about understanding maths. The bastard who’d hurt her so badly hadn’t acknowledged she had a brain – ever. Who was this bloke? Why did he upset her equilibrium? Why couldn’t she just carry on.
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