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She stayed awake most of the night unable to do anything but think but her thoughts would not be arranged to form coherency, so Mare found herself tossing most of the night thinking about everything.

Perci had to be telling the truth. At least about the origin of his birth. She believed that now.

Dragons, born of fire, did not burn. And the prince’s hand had been just fine when he reached into the fire to save a mere book.

And his finger? There was no hurt done to his finger yet he wrapped it.

So many questions…the secret passage? The marks on his back.

And then…

She pressed the sides of her face noting the increase in her cheeks’ warmth.

It was nothing more than a mere act to keep her silent and she should be appalled by it. She was appalled but not by the kiss itself. She was appalled by her lack of disgust at the feel of his lips on her mouth. Surely, she was stupid if she considered the heir of her enemy as her friend. For all she knew, this was a trick to make her reveal herself.