Blood and Rain
She looked up into his stunned, pale face, a beautiful, knowing smile touching her lips.
"You don't have to be so careful with me, Valarian," Kiarra whispered, her voice a soft, intimate purr that was meant for his ears alone. "I handle boiling iron and toxic roots every day. I’m a witch of the glen. I don't break. And honestly... I’m getting a bit tired of you haunting my doorway like a ghost."
Valarian swallowed hard, his throat working as his fierce, warrior discipline began to violently unravel. "Kiarra... I’m a soldier. I spend my nights in the mud and blood. I am too rough for someone like—"
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