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“You seem nervous,” I said. Thanks to the water, my throat was less scratchy.

He forced a laugh. “Ah, maybe a little. Night will probably kill me if he finds out you’re awake and I didn’t tell him immediately.”

“That’s funny.”

He blinked. “It is?”

“Yeah. You should be worried about the threat sitting right next to you.” I leveled a glare at him, and he had the decency to duck his head. “I’ll probably kill you both the minute I can get up from this bed. You lied to me.” I sighed and leaned back against my pillow. “And so did Night. But what else is new?”

“Hold on.” He leaned toward me. “You shouldn’t blame Night. He was innocent in this.”

I raised a brow. Lance defending my mate was the last thing I’d expected, given their history. “How exactly is he innocent? He helped you keep the secret, didn’t he?”

He paused, but only for about a second. “Okay—yes, he did. But he did that because I made him. He asked me multiple times to tell you the truth, but I refused because I was sure it would