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Or maybe they messed up her plans. Thomas couldn’t shake his father’s warning from his mind. “Don’t underestimate Gitana. She’s been around for five hundred years before going into hiding. She’ll want youth like a lover who wants freedom. And she won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to get it. With her powers back, thanks to the virgin, she could wipe you out with just a thought. Gitana will come back here and wipe us all out if she gains strength from your death.”This time, Thomas realized they were playing Gitana’s chess game, and unlike before, she already had the bishop on her side. While Gelo rode into the woods to fetch their armor, Thomas talked with the fairgoers.The women were practically swooning over his accent. His smile had them stumbling over their words. Once he figured out where Hera’s tent was, he focused on finding its vulnerabilities. He created an entry point or, more importantly, an escape route for her. Then he set off to find Hera again. He spotted her in th

“The ultimate compliment.” Thomas pressed a quick kiss to Hera’s lips before stepping back. “We should get going. We don’t want Aurora’s guys to send out a search party for you.” Suddenly, nerves took over the moment. Thomas stood up and offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. “It’s getting late.” Hera fiddled with her dress, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles to seem casual. She couldn’t help but admire his toned physique from beneath her lashes while he packed their stuff. His broad shoulders tapered down to strong hips and an even better backside. She rolled her eyes and looked away. She really shouldn’t be thinking about his backside. Thomas’s horse snorted as Hera walked over. She spoke softly, stroking the horse’s cheek. “What a gorgeous animal. Is he yours?” Thomas secured his bag and moved around the horse to grab the bridle. “Yeah, I’ve had Tram for quite a while.” “So, do you live nearby?” She hoped for a positive answer. “I wouldn’t say nearby.” He was being va

People were bowing, and kids giggled until their parents shushed them. Hera had to admit, it was kind of a blast. When she reached their table, someone handed her a glass of wine.“Wow, this is wild. You’d think we actually mattered to these folks.”“You said we wouldn’t enjoy ourselves,” Keia said, taking a big gulp from her glass. “So, what’s the deal with that mystery guy? I can’t remember much from last night.”“Seriously?” Hera replied with a smirk. “Maybe it’s because of how much of this...” She gestured to Keia’s drink. “...you downed last night.”Keia brushed off the jab and pressed on about Thomas and Hera’s time with him.“What’s he like?”“Well, he’s about this tall.” Hera held her hand up about six inches above her own height. “Broad shoulders, dark hair that goes down to his shoulders.” She paused; eyes closed for a moment. “I never thought I’d find long hair on a guy appealing.”Keia grinned, clearly enjoying the story. “When I realized his accent was genuine, I nearly m

“Wow, you know a lot about medieval stuff, don’t you?" "That’s what I’ve been told," he replied, avoiding her gaze. "Looks like some guys are pretty eager to win tomorrow." He gestured toward the men practicing in the arena. Hera watched the horseback riders with a mix of excitement and nerves. "You’re competing, right?" Thomas touched her lower back as they leaned in for a better view. "Nope, Hera. I won’t be competing." She turned to him, surprised. "But I thought... since we’ve been..." His expression softened into a playful grin. "You’re kidding, right?" she asked, feeling relieved. "I won’t just compete; I’ll win," he said confidently. She let out a quick sigh and playfully tapped his chest. "Don’t freak me out like that." "Are you worried I wouldn’t fight for you?" "You’re the only guy I’ve kissed here! You better fight for me!" "I do like your kisses." "I’ll give you another if you win," she promised. He leaned in, looking to steal a kiss, but Bruce’

Hera caught his smile just before his lips crashed onto hers, consuming her completely. Their kiss ignited like a spark, unlike the gentle, teasing kisses they’d shared. This time, it was raw and desperate, leaving no space for hesitation or doubt about where it was heading. The Gitana trailed behind them as they exited the dance hall, her gaze burning with rage and a thirst for revenge as she watched Thomas wrap his arms around Hera. She lingered in the shadows, biding her time until their minds went blankly. With her palms open and eyes shut, she delved into their thoughts. Thomas’s mind was flooded with images of a deeper connection with Hera, his desire for her palpable. He reveled in the fact that he was her first. Meanwhile, Hera’s mind was driven by passion and trust, and her bond with him grew more assertive. Her commitment to staying a virgin was hanging by a thread. The Gitana pushed further into Hera’s memories, searching for why she chose to remain untouched.