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| No one could understand why the markings that had once been white were now red. Dirt and grime smeared his skin, and his sleek hair was a knotted, tangled mess. He made no secret that he could read any mind he chose, elvenborn or elvenchanged. Her sinewy warrior had to pummel someone on a regular basis or he became antsy. He kept everyone else safe from her while she fought for control. Now she understood and finally saw the nightmare shed been as a student. She finished off her wine and set her goblet aside. A soothing warmth pulsed within her, her goddesss spell primed. She needed to do this. This was harder than she thought. Would be nice if she mentioned the word love. At the end of her rope, Eyrhaen rushed for the door. Brevins voice was so close, she had to open her eyes. A tiny bud that burst alive when warm lips slid over it. The larger part of her brain writhed with the rest of her body. He held her hips, and they stayed still, simply enjoying the connection. Barefoot and topless, she felt more naked than she had in a long time. I cant say that I regret my choice, even given this consequence. Im simply glad to be alive and back among the people I love. Mmmmm, she purred, licking the side of his lips as well as her own fingers.
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