Haulcon's Revenge
“She didn’t want to wake up from her dream. Her grandparents had passed away three years ago, six months apart, and she missed them both dearly.
“Have you finally recovered?”
The deep, rough timbre filled the air around her. It wasn’t her grandfather.
Oh, no.
That kind of sound shot straight through her body into her core and surrounded her insides with warmth. Nope not her grandfather.
On a moan she opened her eyes and stared across the rocky ground to a man seated beside a small campfire.
Campfire? That didn’t make sense. She didn’t recall going camping. Not moving she just took in everything about the man. He was huge. Even though he was seated she could tell by the width of his shoulders…six hands across at least. The man’s long, straight, jet-black hair was showcased in the firelight like ink being poured down his back.
Oh, my.
She started to question what could have happened that would have brought her into the presence of such a man, but then pictures and sounds began to flood her mind.
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