Labels:book | bulletin board | lodestone | reckoner OCR: 16 Mourngrym's eyes bumed into hers as he sheathed his sword with savage strength Which will it be?" red flush rose slowly across the Underchatelaine face and her hot gaze wavered and fell to the floor moment later, she followed it to her knees I'm sorry my Lord she muttered have overst epped myself. "Yes, Mourmgrym agreed simply "Look at me Orlindea There was silence for several breaths: Mourmgrym counted them in the rapid rise and fall of the Underchatelaine's bosom. Then her lashes flickered, and she looked up at him Tears glimmered in her eyes unshed but she held her head proudly and met his gaze. "We'll speak no more of this Orlindea and consider - forgotten Mourngrym said very quietly "so long as you work no ill against me Alyth or Alyth mother We all choose ill betimes work me some ...
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