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by
L.J. Andrews
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August 14 - August 16, 2025
“Jarl,” I said, heat in my cheeks. “Forgive me, it has been . . . a busy day.” Jarl stalked into the room, holding no trinket of affection, nothing to impress me with. He wore his black military gambeson over crimson fatigues. His eyes held a bright spark of amusement when he sat across from me.
Jarl stepped next to me. “Is she well enough?” He didn’t ask me. In fact, spoke as if I were not standing there. Legion raised his dark brows. “I suppose you might ask her, but if she is not, it’s rather inconsiderate of you to keep her on her feet, isn’t it?” Jarl flushed and bowed his head with a taut jaw. “I’m well enough to walk,” I said, going to Legion’s side.
“Let go, Elise,” he breathed against my ear. “Give this to me, those cries, those desires. I want them for myself.”
“I feared for you,” he said. The admission was soft, as though he considered not speaking at all. “When you weren’t in your chamber. It took me from behind, this fear deep in my chest, and for a moment I could not think straight. I would’ve torn the longhouse to pieces had Mavie not seen me.”
Hunched over me, like a sort of shield, Legion blinked in stun. He stumbled to his knees and slowly, together, our eyes traveled to the center of his chest. A fiery gold sword had torn through his heart. “Legion!” No! This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Blood dripped over his lips, down his chin. Blood from his chest splattered onto the stone seal beneath us.