Lost to Time
Otto grumbles under his breath but turns and waddles away anyway, unwilling to contradict my savior.
I glance back to my champion, meeting his lust-filled gaze. The flickering shadows accent the harsh lines of his face, tracing his high cheekbones and perfect nose. "What now?" I whisper, trying to contain the mix of fear and excitement battling for supremacy inside me.
"Now, we see if you're as good as your promises," He performs a perfunctory turn on his heel and marches back from the way he came. "Follow me, wench."
Oookay? I guess I'll follow him since I'm not going to wake up.
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