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Chapter 21
Clarissa
Clarissa was still cradled in Stefan's warm, sturdy arms. His closeness affected her intimately.
“Why are you holding me like this?” She demanded. “Let me down.”
His handsome smile grew teasing and larger. He let it hang around his lips lazily. His eyes sparkled with dangerous amusement.
“Well, you were not going to leave town otherwise.” He said, pulling his horse to a stop before helping her down to the ground. “Feel free to mount your own horse.” He waved at the mare behind him.
She walked over to it and climbed upon its back. It was easier to maneuver on the horse in the leather armor than in her
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