5/22/2026, 3:44 PM
He can admit that he is digging for revulsion, but he never does find it. Either it is buried too deeply, or it isn’t there at all. But the nomad won't believe that. Yuè is no masochist. He does not believe her to be a saint, either.
Otherwise she would have driven him off. Otherwise she would not permit the pull of a guard into her, a hover of breath just shy enough to bar husbandly scrutiny.
“Then I have you fooled, empress.” His mouth, a forearm, the length of him, pressing.
Otherwise she would have driven him off. Otherwise she would not permit the pull of a guard into her, a hover of breath just shy enough to bar husbandly scrutiny.
“Then I have you fooled, empress.” His mouth, a forearm, the length of him, pressing.
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