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Lore Alemeyu collected stories like the raven that lived above the apothecary hoarded shiny pebbles.
Omg her name is lore and she collects stories
A light brush to her cheek brought her back to the present. Calloused fingers, trained to fight and kill, but so so gentle when brushing her cheek felt like a calming tonic.
“I could never be afraid of you.” A low growl of approval erupted in his chest. “You have never had a very good sense of self-preservation. Always running headfirst into danger. I sometimes wonder if you have a bit of adrenaline-seeking behavior, Mouse.”
“Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t imagine ever giving this up,” Asher growled.
I just know he’s lord Syrelle.🙈
“Lore, when I take you for the first time, it won’t be with my friends within earshot of us. After we do what we have to in Wyndlin, I’ll take you far away. Somewhere I can have you all to myself.”
Girl this is a threat. I’m telling you 😭
