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She follows my instructions, glancing at me. “Like this?”

I nod and press her elbow down. “Now picture the arrow going into the target.”

She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath before opening them to lock on the target. “Done.”

My lips brush against her ear as I whisper, “Let it fly.”

She shivers and releases the arrow. It misses the center but lets out a satisfyingthwonk.

“Oh.”

I can’t help but laugh again at the way her lower lip is sticking out. “That was amazing for a first attempt.” I shoot a glance at Belle. “Belle? Would you like a chance?”

Belle licks her lower lip, placing her book down. “I’d love to.”

I grab another arrow and claim another bow for Belle. Belle’s gait is sensual, her hips swiveling provocatively. From the ways she’s watching me, it’s completely intentional. I squeeze my thighs tightly together. Between holding Snow so close and Belle’s inviting gaze, I can feel myself dripping.

Think you can play in the dark, Belle?

Belle’s fingers brush mine as she takes the bow from me. I don’t move as she positions herself in front of me. My mouth hovers at her ear, and I nip it lightly. “Now, keep your back straight.”

Belle smirks, pressing her ass against me. “Like this?”

My hand moves to readjust her hold, brushing against her breasts as I pull back the string. “More like this.”

“Are you sure it’s not like this?” Belle whispers coyly, rocking against me.

I barely register the sound of Snow’s next arrow hitting the target again.

My hand relaxes on the bowstring again, using the movement as an excuse to drag my fingers over her nipple. “More like this.”

Belle gasps and lets go of the string, the arrow flying. It goes wide, missing the target. I smirk and take a step back, putting distance between us.

Belle blushes, grabbing another arrow. “I meant to do that.”

I nod, still smirking until I catch the way Snow frowns, her hand tightening on her bow as she watches us. We are being too obvious, but it would look strangenotto help Belle.

Belle takes the opportunity to brush her ass against me again when I correct her form.

We need to make this private.

I lick Belle’s ear, whispering to her, “Tonight.”

Snow drops her bow and arrow with a clatter, announcing, “I must tend to the horses.”

Chapter Fourteen

Snow

This new emotion I am feeling is only growing bigger and stronger the longer Azura keeps her arms wrapped around Belle. I don’t understand it. These sorts of things have never bothered me to this extent. Yet, when I see Belle press herself against Azura, a fire ignites inside me. The extreme heat bubbling in my stomach makes me feel like I need to take an ice-cold bath and cool off. I hurry from the field with my fists clenched.

“Snow?” Azura calls out. I ignore her, walking over to Lady Lock instead.

“I hope you have a lovely afternoon, Lady Lock,” I say before spinning on my toes and storming off to the stables. I don’t look back at either of them, angry, for only the gods know why.

At the stables, I grab a pitchfork, scooping the manure and mud into a wheelbarrow. I can feel my skin freeze over, the aggression turning my blood to ice. This emotion makes my powers spiral out of control and I can’t seem to find any warmth.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

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