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"Brand?" I echo

He shows ed tattoo of a boar's head

"I'," I reply "I a nor disbelieving "In your world, do they wear such pieces as shields?"

I shakeat the rounded, muscles of his chest There's an innate, uncontrollable, deep urge to touch him, to flatten my palms on his expansive torso and run my hands over his skin

"Where is your squire?" he asks and reaches for one of the straps His fingers brush my breast as he pushes a thu inthe sudden touch or the spiral of electricity that runs through id, and I wait half in anticipation, half in fear for hi he asked a question, I reply, not really certain what else he could be talking about if not my turtle shell "On

He releases the strap and spinsit back and forth I careen froainst the wall

"Your shield is on wrong Da the shield beneath my breasts

I suck in a breath, distracted by the ers and a little too aware of hith, inches froant jerk inat the base of my neck "What are the three laws of Black Moon Draw?" he asks

"Truth, loyalty, obedience," I repeat breathlessly I can't help ie hands would feel like on other parts of , so confident The fe into hi every inch ofthe shield and pulls it off me then whirlse It's hard to think straight with his brownies scent scattering hts Instead, I stare at his les the straps and flips the shield around

I lift my arms before he can belt another of his co it beneath my breasts