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... ell at him—to tell him that yes, she didn’t know many curses because she’d spent her whole life training with a sword instead of sitting around learning creative insults—but she couldn’t.
She just breathed. In and out. Slowly. Trying to calm the storm raging inside her chest.
Her eyes traced over his body. The soft, chubby build so different from the hardened warriors she’d trained with.
The delicate skin unmarred by the scars that covered her own body.
Not a sing ...
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