Though nothing had been declared between them, their bedrolls still wound up beside each other every night. Not that a camp full of witches offered any sort of opportunity to tangle with her. No, for that, they’d resorted to winter-bare forests and snow-blasted passes, their hands roving for any bit of bare skin they dared expose to the chill air. Their couplings were brief, savage. Teeth and nails and snarling. And not just from Manon. But after a day of fruitless searching, little more than a glorified guard against the enemies hunting them while his friends bled to save their lands, he
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