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Chapter 7-3
That afternoon, a heavy rain kept us inside. I busied myself organizing my herbs, while Maddox honed a blade and Ragnvald stared at the fire, the intensity of his gaze telling me he was deep in his head. Probably repairing the pack bond even though he looked like he was doing nothing at all. The memory of our lovemaking lingered. The men had their own way of not letting me forget it--a brush of a hand, a gentle tug of my hair as I moved past them to the fire, a million little touches that sent my body humming. They’d bound me again, this time without a chain. They’d shackled my thoughts to them, and even if they let me go, I would never be the same again. I started pacing at the mouth of the cave, staring at the restless forest beyond the waves of rain. “Restless, Sabine?” Maddox called
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