“Where did a pretty elf like you learn to do that?” A chill ran down Layala’s spine at that voice, those words. He’d said that once before. She bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from smiling. She wiped the black blood off on the moss of a fallen log before she turned around. Thane, her beautiful Elf King, stood casually against the tree she’d previously hidden behind, arms folded, ankles crossed as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He hadn’t cut his hair in the last few months, and it now grew down past his chest to his upper rib cage. He kept it tied back tonight and wore plain
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