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2024-10-29 19:42:56Don’t own- Growling low in his throat, Disseus tossed down the stick he’d been stirring the kindling with. To stalk to her and tower over her.
“I am not afraid of you.” Nim lifted a haughty brow. Unmoved by his show of temper.
“Perhaps you should be.” His fists tightened and his lips thinned as he glowered venomously at her.
It would be wise, since I'm tempted to throw you over my knee until you stop speaking foolishness.
“I’m unmoved on this.” She whispered. Meeting his hard gaze.
“As am I. We shall see who wins.”
I'll tie you to a damn tree if necessary. Disseus gave her his back to go stand near the trees bordering their camp. Leaning against one trunk to glare at her steadily. Making his disapproval of her suggestion obvious.
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They’d all bedded down for the night.
Disseus could feel Nim’s eyes boreing into his back.
She reached up and tentatively touched his sho
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