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“Lord WitchSlayer!” she yelled, walking down the tunnel in the direction she’d seen him go last. “Did you honestly just call me Lord WitchSlayer?”
“I was wondering. How would one mount you in order to ride you?” “By my hips, I would imagine.”
She didn’t turn to him, but she said, “The view is quite lovely here.” With his eyes still on her, he answered, “Yes, it is.”
Actually, he was likely to possessively rip the eyes out of anyone who even dared to look upon her beauty.
He would set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her.
