Prince Herne bit back a retort and left, not running but not lingering. The lights he carried bobbed away among the bushes.
But sir?
And then two things connected in his mind, and Otto smiled in such a way that his prisoner began to sweat anxiously in her leather clothing.
My spirit do I bequeath to this child, Griffith began in a voice unrecognizable as his own.
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