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It was after sunset when Rogero returned to his own camp.
He had remained with the warrior woman longer than he intended.
But she was too fascinating to leave.
He had no doubt that by this time tomorrow she would be able to deal him a serious blow. Her kick to his face had been forceful enough. He hadn’t expected it.
But he admired her for drawing blood.
He knew he would behave the same way in her place. Even ill, he would fight hard to be free. If he failed, he would try again and keep on trying.
He would never rest until he had killed his captor and finally made his escape.
It was why Rogero knew he had to be ready for Bradamante to try to kill him as soon as she was well.
Today she was still too weak. That kick had been everything she could do.
But Rogero gradually gave her
