Before Jared could answer, Corin appeared, leaning on his cane.
One sharp sweep of his gaze took in Lyra's awkward posture, flicked to Jared, and settled there with an all-too-knowing smile.
"Youthful vigor is admirable," he said, beard quivering. "Everything in moderation, though, excess tips into harm."
He had not spoken the charge aloud, but the meaning in his eyes was bright as noon.
Lyra heard every syllable. Her neck reddened to the roots of her hair. She fled toward her chambers, skirts flying, never daring a backward look. Inside, she berated Jared in silence.
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