Forest paced back and forth in front of the open bedroom window, the breeze billowing his cloak.

After a few moments, he stopped in turn to face the bed and the woman who was laying there.

You're absolutely positive they didn't see you come in, he said.

The castle was a very dark, dimly lit place,

so Freya could only see the outline of Forrest Jha,

along with the striking green of his eyes.

I promise, I'm sure.

Her voice was shaky.

Forrest tore his cloak off and tossed it aside.

He still seemed so angry as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor too.

Because I promise you, if anyone from my guild sees that I'm letting a non-magic

human sleep with me. Frea's face fell. She hated being reminded of that fact. It wasn't her

fault she wasn't a witch. What did Forrest expect? She was forming response in her mind when Forrest crossed the large room and joined Freya on the

bed.

His expression had softened, and he reached out to caress the side of her face.

Her auburn hair was sleek and fell like a silky sheet down her back.

I'm sorry, Freya, Forrest muttered.

A soft sound left her lips as he began to undress her,

pulling her cloak and dress off over her head.

Underneath, she wore a matching black lace set

that made Forrest draw a sharp breath.

He must not have been able to contain himself, because in only a flash, Fraya was completely

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