Chapter 9

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One candle remained lit in the room. Jamal gazed at Nev’s sleeping form. He should really blow out the last candle and get some sleep, too, but his thoughts were restless. No, maybe that should be obsessed.

Nev’s cheekbones were smooth high curves that flowed into the sharper angle of his jaw. That mouth…the lush lower lip and the bow of the upper one just begged for a touch. A kiss would be even better. Jamal knew the closed eyes were intensely sky blue, an uncommon color in Quertesh, and he wondered just how pale Nev’s skin would be once all the sunburn faded.