The way his eyes slid over Marian as she stepped into view, she may as well have been his woman, approaching him as he reclined on the bed.Only, he was not on a bed, he was on a cold, stone floor, and she was not his woman, she was his captor.He was gazing at her, as friends had, but this time, Dinka was purring.While his men had gazed at her like she was a piece of meat to be ravaged, consumed, this one brushed over her with his steady, clear eyes as if she were something brand new he had just been gifted and was admiring.The filthy wolf smiled a smile that Marian knew must have caused a lot of loss and pain to many she-wolves.The shifter on the floor was dirty. Of course he was; he had been in a fight, in the snow, in the forest, blood had been spilled, and the dungeon was not a rest stop.There was no bed or shower, not on the fifth level.Here, you were dumped in whatever state you were taken.Marian noted that the wol
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