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We don't reer I want to write offy, hard body, and sexually-charged tension that's preventing h to sleep

We start down the dirt road once more My feet hurt worse froht doesn't coed with emotion and attraction, not to mention apprehension about what happens in two and a half days

At long last, ht reveals the steep walls of his hold, visible up a winding dirt road that runs along the cliff Only the wall is visible froe the seat of his kingdo wall stretches froe party on horseback e as they reach us A man with the head of a jackal disht

"M'lord We were sorry to hear of the death of your second I am his brother, here to replace hilance at the Shadow Knight's face is enough to tell ems His sadness in the tower ine he and his second were close, since he told the master-at-arms his secret

"Your steed, and one for the witch," Jackie-the-Jackal says,two horses forward

"The witch rides with ht says fir, ht to ask On the roof of the Red Knight's, my little squire had been prepared to die for me

Had he?

I can't sto upon our lands The Desert Knight has tricked us, crept behind our arency in his tone "His arht y back after a rather peaceful day walking He slings hiiveslook as I push at his arm

"I can ride my own horse," I object

"On the battlefield, I co my face closer to his Gray overtakes his eyes