Blood And Desire
August let out a low sigh, chewing through the meat in his mouth as he asked Winter, “Is she worth it?”
A ghost of a smirk reached Winter’s lips before his voice rose high, “Five thousand!” and the inn erupted, the girl’s gasp drowned in the roar that followed. Winter knew it was already a done deal as her stare burned into him, defiance and dread braided tight, shock, fury, and a spark of something unnamed flaring as the rope around her neck tightened, pulling her not toward the half clad man in the corner, but toward the conqueror who had just claimed her with a single, unbreakable word.
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