Warrior of the Way
Her bronze skin was clean and alive now even if a bruise decorated it here and there, and she had gentle eyes and thin, soft lips that appeared as if they would hold a natural smile.
:A real flower, is she not?: Kree's voice echoed in his head.
Rhychard turned and saw the coshey sprawled across his loveseat, his permanent place of residence. :She cleaned up nice, for sure.: The Warrior stood as he turned back toward the younger woman who was cooking, walked over, and peered into the frying pan. "Bacon?"
"What? Surprised a whore can cook?" Her voice held a bitter edge, and her body, soft just a moment ago, went rigid.
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