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tor whose authority had been questioned. He hated being ignored, espec

a?" he snapped, steppin

light downward tilt of his chin, the neglect in the worn leather of his tunic that I had not mended, the cruelty in a small, almost imperceptible scar beside his lip

body betrayed me, flushing with a sudden, intense heat that had nothing to

es. I remembered the electric touch that had sent a jolt of pu

. I did not lower my eyes, meeting his gaze with a co

my voice completel

ress and pulled out a thick roll

plained, holding it out to him. "It is the official diss

e pupils of his eyes, a brief, genuine terr

rs, sitting on the bench to pull on my leather riding boots. As I passed hi

pty smile. "That precious moonflower you planted in

turned a viole

ces of my boots. "I want none of your gold, n

on-dog, a weak and elderly spirit b

ghter. He closed the distance between us, try

!" he spat, his breath smelling of stale ale. "If you walk out into

nd rolled his eyes, completely m

red, waving his hand dismissively. He turned his back on me, grabbing his cloak again. "I will h

oors open. He mounted his black horse in the c

He had no idea that the pups inside me were not his-and that their true fat