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As she stepped into the last of the sunlight, she assumed a soft, puzzled manner. “Is there something wrong, Voro?”
The sailor stared at her opened mouth before he tugged at his ear. “Oh, strike me down for a fool. Sorry, Captain. Won’t take no more of your time, sir. I’ll jest get me going.”
With a wave of his hand, he clamored back up the bluff. Both watched as he scampered to the top, too bemused to dodge the falling scree.
“The man gossips like a fishwife. The entire Marches will know you’re with me within the hour.” Voron swallowed as he paled. “The gossips’ll assume you spent your leave with me.”
“Didn’t I?” Hattenel arched an eyebrow. “I like that explanation rather than the truth. It's safer.”
“Don’t you care for your reputation?”
Hattenel’s shoulder shook. “Look on the bright side. You get to keep your privates.”
The two exchanged uneasy glances until their lips started twitching. Hattenel tried to contain the annoying tug at her scar but could not resist the wave of merriment caused by getting home free of blame. Both were roaring with laughter when Voron shed his glamour and pulled her into his arms. Hattenel stiffened, then relaxed and returned his kiss. Sighed at the delicious taste of his tongue.
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