REVENGE
“Who drugged my mate?”
Prairie Rose
The drumming ceased as abruptly as it had when Agnar first walked in. The silence in the place was its own roar, but then a younger man, slightly blurry to Prairie Rose’s eyes, stepped from the circle of dancers. He was still clothed, all in black, but she could see sweat soaked his shirt. It clung damply to him, outlining his powerful body.
“I did.”
Another younger man, probably early twenties and built as powerfully big as the first, joined him. He was naked from the waist up and his sweat-slicked skin glistened in the firelight. “I did.”
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