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Driving a blade through one throat, he yanked it free as the body crumpled, then buried it in another’s stomach. A third he beheaded in a single clean stroke. There was a brief clash of steel, before his sword sank into the next’s chest and stayed there.Then, he turned bare-handed to the next attacker, dodging each swing gracefully, as if he foresaw every move. His hand moved, doing something too fast for my eyes to follow. There was a twist. A crack of bone. The enemy dropped, head lolling at an unnatural angle.Gods, he was a warrior. Destruction in male form. Brutal, savage, beautiful in violence.They swarmed him like flies. He crushed them like insects.Seizing one attacker by the throat, he lifted the male overhead, and broke him across his knee with a snap before hurling the ruined body aside.My hand flew to my mouth as I watched in stunned fascination.Revandrel was winning.But more enemies poured from the surrounding bush, too many…flooding the road, encircling the small b
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The door slammed open.I jolted upright, book nearly slipping from my lap.Revandrel emerged like a storm, face dark, eyes glittering with restrained fury.The merchants filed out behind him, heads bowed, shoulders drawn in, gazes averted. Powerful men in silks and jewels reduced to quiet deference. They passed without a word.He remained in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, watching them go.The Cel’theren.A name that opened doors across continents, drawing the most powerful men to his table, carrying the weight of empires built from nothing. Sometimes I forgot just how vast his reach had become.“Why are you looking at me like that?”My attention snapped back. He stood before me now. The chamber had emptied. When had he moved?“L-like what?” I stumbled.His eyelids narrowed slightly as he studied my face. Then straightened, turned, and strode past me. “Nothing. Let us go.”I rose and followed. “Are you alrigh—”“Not now, Baevera,” he growled without breaking stride. “I am
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LADY BAEVERAThe scars on my back itched when I woke.Some days were like that, phantom sensations rising without warning, echoes of pain long past. Some days it felt sharper, as though the old wounds remembered themselves more clearly than I did.Brushing the sensations aside, I rose and focused on the day ahead.I needed proper preparation, so I went back to my chamber. There was no need to ferry my belongings back and forth to Revandrel’s rooms.Taking my time, I readied myself, and I took more time than I had allowed myself in years.After my slow bath, I chose my garments with care; soft linen underdress dyed the deep indigo of midnight skies, overdress of charcoal wool edged in silver thread, boots of supple leather dyed to match.Every clasp, every fold, every small detail received attention I had long since stopped giving.Then, packed an overnight satchel as well, just in case the meeting in Rosvalley stretched into evening and we were forced to stay the night.The thought se
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JOLAN“Just two remaining now, Laila,” I murmured against her ear, voice low and pleased. “You make me so proud.”“Y-yes, Master,” she sobbed, the sound thin and broken.She stood with arms stretched wide and bound high, wrists secured to the iron rings set deep in the stone wall.Her back was bearing my new designs, skin ripped open, blood gushing from the wounds, tracing paths down the elegant curve of her spine, over the swell of her hips, and between her thighs.Such beautiful canvas. Such exquisite artistry on such a delicate body.I was in a perpetual state of arousal.Raising the spiked whip once more, I let the strike land clean across the center of her back.A sharp cry ripped from her throat, her body jerking. Her knees buckled as she swayed, then steadied herself, trembling from the effort.“You will tear your arms if you keep on like this, pet,” I tsked. “Straighten.”Quiet sobs rose from her, but she forced her legs straight again, body shaking.“Good pet. That was not so
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Bouncy walked without complaint, head lowered, hooves striking the ground in steady rhythm. The silence between us was not uncomfortable, just delicate.I wanted to speak, yet I feared that any words might fracture whatever this fragile thing was between us. What could I possibly say that would not drag us back into the past?How did you survive after leaving Eldareth Manor that night? How did you endure alone on the road? When did you learn to fight? How did you become the Arrow-Eye Hunter, the Bloodthirsty Gladiator? How did you rise from nothing to building empires?No. Better not.Bouncy flicked his tail, muscles twitching beneath his pale hide.“Steady, boy,” Revandrel murmured, scratching gently behind the mane.“So… why the name?” I ventured at last, voice soft, careful.He glanced at me. “What name?”“Bouncy.”Silence returned, long enough that I thought he would not answer.“He was a terror as a colt,” he said finally. “Would not walk straight, would not stand still, bouncing
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In the library, I tried to lose myself in the pages of a book, but that was all I could think about.In the graveyard, leaning my back against a tree, I tried to let the silence and the open air attempt to clear my mind. They did not.Now, in the stables, I crouched beside Bouncy’s stall. The stablemaster had been more than happy to let me help, as usual.“Do you really think there could be something else brewing between us, beyond the loathing?” I murmured, holding out a palmful of crushed oats. “Do you truly think it is possible that he sees past it, and simply chooses not to show it to me? Or that he does not know how? Or does not wish to?”“Hmph,” The white horse snorted, nosing gently at my hand, warm breath stirring the fine hairs on my wrist.“I know, I know. It is absurd,” I sighed. “Yet, I cannot stop thinking about it.”I withdrew my hand, crushing an apple into his feedbag instead. “What if the moments I believe were dreams… were not?” I lifted my gaze to Bouncy. “What if R
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