“The coins are on the table,” said the prince once he found his voice, cracked, low, and weak.
The man above him drew up off Arthur’s body, allowed himself no more than a glance at the blindfolded face which dropped to a taught shoulder, one stare to commit the laziness of those lips to memory, and then he finally stood, feeling as though he’d
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sequel please?
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