Khiran’s grin is crooked. He leans forward, their cheeks brushing as he whispers in her ear. “Shall we give them something to fear?” Anna pulls away, reads the mischief in his eyes. It sends sparks across her skin, in her chest. “What did you have in mind?” His fingers run along the rope. “A disappearance of a very bound, very public person accused of fornicating with the devil.” He tilts his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “Perhaps a touch of smoke and embers for drama?” He’s erected no barrier around them, she can feel the settlement’s eyes as easily as she can hear the
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