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Chapter 39. Belar
Red Belar made a few steps towards Cath and through the haze of his muddled mind and the pain of the hit, Red was not sure if Cath flinched or sighed with relief. Cath just stood there, frozen, eyes wide with disbelief, when Belar took Cath’s face in his hands and kissed him on the forehead. Cath’s body was the only thing standing between his brother and Red. Red didn’t dare to move, suddenly horrified with the possibilities. Thank you for bringing the traitor back to me. There was something in the way Belar spoke, the smirk on his full lips which reminded so much of his younger brother. Red searched deep in his mind for the memory of the chieftain he once met near the stone walls of the Lomme city. That male was… graceful, full of pride and hope. This one here seemed rugged, alert, and
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