His old commander was waiting, arms crossed over his broad chest. He surveyed Rowan with a frown, noting the bandages and his bare torso. “Should I thank you for putting on pants?” Lorcan said, his voice barely more than a midnight wind. “I didn’t want you to feel inadequate,” Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.

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