We both looked at the unconscious creature in the cell. He looked… very young. His strange face was soft, cheeks still flushed but no longer worryingly high with colour. Strands of golden hair brushed over his forehead, hanging in his eyes. But then my gaze dipped lower. His body certainly wasn’t young. No, it was… robust. Strong and toned, but not intimidatingly muscular like Seis’. His shoulders were wide. Stomach flat. Thighs thick and dusted with that intriguing smattering of hair. I tore my gaze away when the door at the end of the hall opened, Lyri and Gryf appearing with their arms
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