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... e in the middle of sparring."
"Well done. Now tell her I died sparring."
"Pardon?"
"...Never mind. Just give me a moment."
Tristan buried his face in his hands.
Doris Redfield.
The unresolved issue from the hunting tournament—or, more accurately, the issue that had started back then—had come knocking on his door.
Two weeks earlier.
After a moment that shouldn't have happened between people with “nothing between them,” she had asked: ...
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