“Mother of bleeding fucking hells!” It was a solid ten seconds before I could even draw a breath, let alone open my eyes. “Sorry. It’s better without warning.” When I did, Sammerin was gazing at his hands, rubbing his fingers together. “I needed to feel it.” “Creative cursing.” Zeryth had pushed aside the fabric and was leaning against a wooden pillar, watching me with lazy curiosity. “You have a way with words, Maxantarius.” “Fuck you.” I was in too much pain to even wish that I could come up with something more inventive. “And delivered with such enthusiasm.”
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