Chapter 10

Remy hummed, kissing back rougher in response. The intensity and returning press of their bodies didn’t make Marlow’s stomach flip this time. Having everything out in the open made it easier—made it better

They tumbled onto the bed again, still connected at their lips. Then Marlow’s hand brushed over a particularly large scar on Remy’s side.

“Hey, umm, what did you mean, some people grow up too fast?”

Remy stretched a corner of his mouth into a smile that wasn’t real. “Thought you were an officer, your highness. Can’t you detect?”

Marlow could. He could infer plenty from what Remy had said, from the scars, and from his anger at any possible loss of consent between them.

None of it was nice.

“Why do you think I worked twice as hard as you at the academy?”

Marlow wanted to protest that he’d worked plenty hard, too, but he couldn’t deny that Remy had always pushed himself harder and still did. “You had to. You don’t have enough magic of your own.”