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CHAPTER 33

The hurried sound of hoof beat coming at his back was not enough to make Jared slow down, this was much more than a mission to him. His life was at stake. He had finally found someone who was his, one who could look him in the eye and was not the least bit afraid to say or mind or challenge him.

Nicholas Sanders was a cunny old bastard, bless his dead soul. The entire lineage was so cunny and wickedly so. Mary had captured him so subtly, he had never thought he could be so drugged in her. She was always the spoilt brat to him until he had slept in her warmth and taken in her essence.

She was a drug he would not give up. Ortom was a joker.

Glancing back, he saw Mike on the horse, but he was not alone, he was with a beaten down looking Allan. Jared brought his horse to a halt

“Where the heck did you run off to Allan” He demanded as he pulled the boy roughly off his brother’s horse. Allan fell to the floor like a sack of grains not resisting

“Calm do

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