He waved his arms around. There's danger, he said at last, grabbing a bar of the roundabout and spinning it as if doing so might whirl something away. Her scent sparked thoughts of starlight and desert spices. Rosweide, l.
Tuck yanked her to her feet. His gut clenched, and his eyes burned. And victories, sometimes. You can't force me, Dan.
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