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The Temptress Reigns
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border
CHAVIAS
Since Chavias had heard Radix leaving in Danbury’s coach he had been fingering the iron key tucked under his cot and wrapped in Calisto’s cloak.
Perhaps I am wrong.
Perhaps she doesn’t deserve to die, as I’d thought.
Have I gotten so dark that I seek vengeance where it’s not needed? But then he remembered overhearing Radix telling Deiti, the redheaded temptress who tormented him, to stay close to the caves because soon he’d be sending her after a Winter Dread.
Sabine.
The precious creature Chavias was protecting.
Breathtaking Sabine who dances in snowflakes and invites danger into her bed. A wondrously gorgeous creature who seemed innocent of all evil in the world.
Deiti wanted to hunt her down and steal her powers until the innocent girl was seared from the inside out.<
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