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Mystery
Lucan took his time fixing the horse, his eyes squinted from the rain and wind. His hair was now tied back in a tight bun as he preferred not to have it get in the way when he was riding. Once the horse was ready, he stepped back, then looked up to Adeline. She was standing a few feet away from him, her hair falling back in wet waves on her back, the light blonde colour contrasting sharply with the loose black dress she had chosen to wear. Her hands were stretched in front of her, her lips pouted. Lucan let his eyes roam her features. He did it sometimes when she was not looking, but now, he let his eyes feast. Adeline, to him, was the sort of woman he could never get tired of looking at. She was beautiful. In a wild, ferocious, adventurous way. The sort of beautiful that convinced hi
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