The Heartwood crush the babes who are not children

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dashing. lasher was flattered, but remained silent upon that front. they are beautiful and strong, but i have not spent enough time in their small company to discern personalities. he spoke with a touch of regret, but ears thrust forward to hear the blonde healer's words.

fox was pervasive, it seemed; he narrowed his eyes at her mention, but, because he bore her no ill will, allowed the sensation to pass without deeper analysis. she is easily threatened, was his only comment upon the matter; it was not his place to attempt to sway ashton's opinion of his fiery mistress.

you seem the familial type, the beta male murmured at length, finally rising to continue his slow butchering of the meat-laden carcass.