marshals are a death sentence and you signed your own order of execution by signing that truce,” I said angrily. “And I don’t regret it for one minute,” he said with the same amused tone he always had. “How could you do it? I would have never asked you to sign it if I knew,” I growled. “But you did ask, and I did as you asked. You should be happy not hostile,” he said dryly. I watched him for a minute unsure of what I should say next. I was so angry. I was angry at myself for asking him to sign when I had no idea what I was asking. I was angry because the thought of him dying made my chest ache to the point that I thought I was suffocating. I lunged forward and pressed my lips to his. I tangled my fingers in his hair deepening the kiss. He kissed me back, as he pulled me tightly to his chest. The feel of his lips on mine only made the ache in my chest worse. I pulled away, and he watched me without speaking. His expression was hard to read. “You’re a fool,” I growled, then stormed off. I was so angry I could barely contain it. I didn’t want to feel anything for Aubrey, but I did and I hated it.
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