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It was a long week. One that meant the nightmares inevitably returned. A week of duty and responsibility he hadn’t wanted. But had.

Unlike Kell, however, Holland didn’t have another bedmate. He had no extra marks. He had none of that.

But when he retreated to his chamber and found the one connection he did have, he found himself leaning back for a second against the closed door. The view was beautiful.

Still—-a brow arched when he pushed away from the door and headed over to the bed, absently removing his coat on the way.

“Let me guess. Delilah didn’t want to be left out?”