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“Will you catch me if I fall?” “No, but I’ll wave at you on your way down.”
The Turcah Valley is a place of rare beauty. The land there is as deep and green as your eyes.” He swallowed thickly. The storm in his gaze had settled into a moonlit silver, and in its spotlight, Wren felt as if she was glowing. A blush rose in her cheeks.
“I found a new vocation.” “Stalking me?” “Wanting you.”
The Gevran chuckled. “I like that sound,” she said as she rolled to her feet. “You should make it more often.”
But you, Rose . . .” He paused, tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes. “You set me on fire.”
“You look beautiful, by the way. Is it bad luck to kiss the bride?” Without breaking her gaze he used his free hand to punch another advancing Gevran. “On second thought, I don’t care.” Then he dipped Rose and kissed her.
