Ciaran put a hand on her arm. “You’re not so different from me. You might be a more experienced warrior, but all people need sleep.”
“Perhaps,” Brenna said tightly, “I am not ‘people’.”
Ciaran’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Brenna shook him off. “I need to go. Some of Niamh’s archers were injured and she’s not the best at doctoring.”
“Brenna,” Ciaran began. She leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He made a muffled sound of surprise, and she took advantage of his distraction to deepen the kiss. Then she pulled back, started for the trees.
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