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"You waste ti"

"Give it to me then, s tione, if you really have it"

"A boon for a boon," Ada The man wanted his wife "You son of a bitch What do you want?"

Adaet her"

Hawk closed his eyes He should have fired the bastard smithy when he’d had the chance Where the hell were the Rom, anyway? They should have been at Dalkeith by now

The smithy could heal his wife, or so he said

The Roe for saving his wife’s life was his wife

Every fiber in his body screamed in defiance Entrust this woman, bequeath her body and her lush bounty unto another man? Never Hawk forced his eyes open and stared at the ant, beautiful bastard of a smithy to raise his body above his wife’s and capture her moans of pleasure in his lips? The s in a cruel sed within the Hawk

Hawk schooled his face to is Never let the when it hurts the deepest Hoell he’d learned that lesson froht live "A lass is not a boon to be granted I will give her to you if--and only if--she wants you," he said finally If she died he would lose her If she lived, by price of saving her, he would lose her too But then again, e which he knew ain

"Done You will give her to me if she wants me Remember your words, Lord Hawk"

Hawk flinched

When he opened his eyes again, Adalistened in beads above her lips and on her forehead The wound upon her neck was pussing green around its blackened mouth "You touch her, smithy, no more than you must to cure her," the Haarned

"For now When she’s cured, I touch her all she wants"