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"two choices on a mud road," he joked in the words of another time. "tell kynareth and nyra that we cannot stay among them and risk their punishment, or disappear under cover of night as if we were truly thieves."
neither of these appealed to him.
"unless you might think of a third, satsu," ramesses relished, lazuli eyes still intrigued by all the secret places of herself that she had not traded for his favour. what sort of woman might she become, when hunger cramped her belly and the protection of a pack was no longer hers?