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He’d gone on and made himself quite comfortable. Sat down as though he’d owned the place. Gwyneth tensed, only for a moment. A reminder that she was no longer with her clan at sea quelled this sudden possessiveness that gripped her.
The boy introduced himself as Ingvar, a nomad. Though she can only assume the latter from his smell. No other scents but his clung to his ivory coat.
Gwyneth. Rothchilds. I am traveling with my husband at the moment, but he isn’t nearby. He’s gone out on a hunting trip.