He leaned in even closer and inhaled deeply, sliding his nose, lips along her neck. Her skin pebbled with the sensation of his light touch, and he slipped his arms around her waist. The most terrifying part of this scenario was she didn’t pull away and didn’t want to. “There was another story. Did you see it?” His breath on her skin made her shudder. “No,” Layala whispered, afraid to hear it. “Telvian Botsberry found half-dead, unable to speak because his tongue was cut out, unable to write because his hands were cut off. I suppose he shouldn’t have been telling and writing lies about a
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