She shut that thought down and held her sword up in warning. “A nice night for a run, is it not, gentlemen?” Her voice rang clear throughout the forest, but the men stayed silent as they circled her like a pack of animals. “Cat got your tongue?” “You’d best watch your mouth,” snarled the burly man to her immediate right. Tempest tightened her grip on her own sword even though every instinct inside her said to get as far away from the predators as possible, but that wasn’t who she was. She was a bloody Hound. “It’s my best feature, so I’m told,” she remarked. “Now, if you’re quite finished
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