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| She sat up, staring with her nightsight at the outlines of the men around her. Another, smaller, band of rogues was being watched in a different part of the city. Youre an infuriating man. Radins mental warning didnt help. She was the one to blame. He gave her a mock glare and flicked at her ear. She shook her head. She grinned at Eyrhaen, smoothing a hand over the white patterns etched in Hyles chest. First Gala, then Radin crowded close, surrounding her with warmth. Steeling herself, she turned to face Brevin. She barely restrained the urge to push up and seal her lips to his. At first she didnt understand, but then there was Brevins flinch. I said a lot of things. A tiny bud that burst alive when warm lips slid over it. She rolled her hips so his shaft rubbed her opening. He was too tall for her lips to meet his normally. She considered lighting one or two of the lamps but discarded the idea. What if one of them had fathered a child? Her hands grasped his immediately. Radin, please, she rasped, pushing into him, unable to get close enough.
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