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sword hanging from his belt…
    My daydreams always had the shittiest timing.
    Jagger spotted the distraction in my eyes. He swept in, scooping his right foot behind
     my left ankle, instantly sending me ass-over-elbows. I sprawled flat on my back, the
     fresh spring grass jabbing through my lightweight training wear. The bright Arcadian
     sun glared into my eyes.
    “Oof!” I pushed up, ready to pop back to my feet. “Motherf—” And again hit the barrier
     of his boot, planted to my sternum.
    Jag arched his russet brows. No added smirk this time. Wise move. “Well. You have
     not forgotten how to swear like a man.”
    “ Bonsun ! Let me up.”
    “Impressive. Profanity in two languages today.”
    “Let me up , Jag.”
    “Not until I have your promise of twenty minutes without thoughts of him.”
    Ass. Sometimes he could read me as well as Dillon, which was a little scary. Really,
     I didn’t need any more guys in my life with the psychic-force connection thing going
     on. At least Dillon had an excuse. My stepbrother had always been more like a twin,
     especially with his similar coloring and temperament. I had no choice about his hooks into my brain.
    What about Samsyn ?
    Samsyn…was different.
    Beyond different.
    He was the dream. The Pegasus. The dragon on the mountain. The man who’d never be
     connected to me like that, in spite of my constant pleas to fate for the miracle.
    Impossible.
    Which meant Jag was right. I needed to toss the man out of my mind—every beautiful
     damn inch of him—and focus on what mattered here: being mentally and physically prepped
     for Syn’s arrival. Yesterday, his personal envoy from the palace had arrived, having
     driven three hours from the palace at Sancti, located on the other side of the island.
     The man had waited to read the missive aloud to Jag, myself, and the eight other guys
     who trained regularly at the Tahreuse Valley Fight Skills and Fitness Center. Arriving on palace business Friday. ETA 14:00. Be at your best and ready to roll.
    Naturally, curiosities had been piqued.
    Maybe a little more than piqued.
    But the ten of us had dealt with it as we always did: by doubling the intensity of
     our workouts. I’d gone for triple the effort, not one speck blind about the importance
     of Syn including me on this. It was why I’d taken up self-defense and fight skills
     three years ago, and worked my backside off to excel at them all. It was my only avenue
     to staying close to Syn. If there was any truth that glared loudest about the man,
     it was his love of fighting—perhaps, at times, even more than “other” physical pursuits.
     I had no hope of ever sharing something like the latter with him, but I could really
     do something about the former. Being included in on his important “palace business”
     meant he’d finally noticed my efforts too.
    That I’d finally, if just for a little while, be important to him.
    But not if I kept fighting like a girl.
    “Let’s do this.” I ignored the hand Jag extended. Chose to grasshopper it back to
     my feet instead. I jabbed my stare into his. Reset my fists in front of my face. Lifted
     my chin. Let all thoughts fly free but one.
    You’re going down, Jagger Foxx.
    Jag chuckled, once more reading me like a ten-foot-high banner. “All right, then.
     Let us ‘do this’.”
    We wove and danced around each other for a couple of minutes. He cuffed my shoulder;
     I socked his stomach. My fist smarted from colliding with the protective band around
     his middle; my lungs pumped against the similar device wrapped around me.
    “ Bonrika plute .” Jag was a little winded from the blow.
    Tiny mouth curl. “Of course it was very good.” Shoulder roll now, savoring the flush
     of adrenalin but knowing better than to let it rule. I held position, studying Jag’s
     stance. During this morning’s practice, he’d taken a good punch on the right from
     Victyr. How much did it still bother him? He was masking it well. Too