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... ated silence. In the North, survival didn’t just require a sword, it required the ability to remain still while the world screamed around you. He had led armies through blizzards that turned blood to slush, and his heartbeat had always stayed even and controlled.
Until now.
Now, his heart was pounding out of rhythm, something wild and unfamiliar, and the only thing keeping him from losing control was the firm, grounding pressure of his own hands braced beside Cherion’s head.
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