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Amalia did not worry this year that others would come near her. No one was here. Only Killer. She knew the fear of that, though she tried not to think of it.

His laughter joined her. She narrowed her eyes teasingly at his show of dominance. She laughed harder at the kisses, but also it made the burn hotter. But she had plans at least one. He had to earn it. Have fun.

She made a soft tchtch in her throat. And with laughter on thr breeze and a burn in her gullet. She whispered. Oh no. You gotta catch me first.

Don't worry her eyes told him. I'll let you. Then she dipped into a play bow and was gone. Laughter on the wind.