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Warmth blooms in my chest.

Because for once, I am not the only workaholic.

For the rest of the night, we fully embrace the convention.

Between the mead tasting, impromptu jousting, and endless rounds of gushing over costume details, something hits me.

Something I probably should’ve noticed before.

I have fallen.

Hard.

For Khanner Rokoth.

The realization is a little terrifying.

Because how am I supposed to go back to work like normal after this?

By the timeI finally scrub out the last of the pixie glitter from my hair and skin, I am bone-tired.

I’m about to collapse face-first into bed when there’s a knock at my door.

A very familiar knock.

My stomach flips.

I pull open the door, expecting business-mode Khanner.

Instead, I get… this.

Khanner in a simple button-down, sleeves rolled up, golden eyes sharp and focused.

And that is a very unfair combination.

Before I can overthink, he says smoothly, confidently?—

“I’m not sorry.”

Then he kisses me.

And I melt.

His mouth is warm, firm, undeniably possessive.

My hands grasp at his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He deepens the kiss, slow and thorough, as if staking his claim.

And honestly?

I think I want to be claimed.

Chapter Thirteen

MINE

Khanner Rokoth

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