Willa's POV "I'm really sorry!" The man blurted, turning around with his back turned to me. For real?! I had a knife in my hand and he just turned around? I could have hurt him! I wrapped my cloak around myself, but it only reached half my thigh. I hugged the cloak tight with one hand, so I had to take my knife in the wounded one. "Who are you?!" I blushed as I called to him. He turned around cautiously, eyes darted to my knife. Was he a rogue?! That was my first thought. I sniffed the air slightly, but unlike rogues, he smelt clean and fresh, like autumn aspens after a thunderstorm. The moon cast a soft shine on him as if he was the center of the world. His dirty blonde hair was messy on top with an undercut, and the long fringe curled a little by his eyes. He was in a white shirt, but he didn't bother to button up to the highest one. I didn't allow my eyes to stop on his bare chest for too long, but I did see
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