tself, was

. No woman returned twice unless she begged. But Liora h

h gold-threaded silk, moonlight tracing

er built to last

blood r

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he armory, watchi

er-steeled, jeweled at the hi

'd burned to the gr

iora had

h guilt he didn't believe in

t cry. She didn't beg. She played

we

ng wasn

-

to his chamber,

beside a golden ring that had slipped

picke

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pped aroun

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s a pr

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kill you

. "You should d

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face unreadable. "I surv

ched. "You'r

ur obse

ence wa

o now, Kaelen? Turn me in? Parade me t

uld,"

you w

hy

" Her voice dipped, honey-

up, cupped

your bed, Kaelen. You wan

eath h

he realized somethin

was

e thing that no blade, n

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kissed her wi

lu

ng

forbidden and

rom fear, but from how

ched her, it wa

to fe

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