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Flint snorted and threw up his hands. "But now I've given
Hillhome less of a chance! I only hope I get back before it's
too late."
She glanced up from the notes she was making on an old
scrap of parchment and shook her head. "But they wouldn't
have had any chance otherwise, because they wouldn't have
known an attack was coming. When you think about it that
way, you've done them a favor!" She propped her head up
with a hand on her cheek.
Flint frowned. "Thanks for saying that, but this is still my
fault."
Perian pushed the curls on her forehead from her eyes and
pursed her lips. "Pitrick's obsession with me hasn't helped
matters." She shook her head fiercely. "I can't help but think
that this would not have happened if I'd confronted him
sooner, or even told the thane I thought he was crazy. Per-
haps I should have just given him what he wanted!" She
shuddered.
Flint shuddered, too. He had no difficulty imagining what
Pitrick had desired from the frawl. He found himself look-
ing beneath Perian's warm hazel eyes to her soft, fuzzy
cheeks. He remembered the vision of her in Pitrick's grasp
just a few hours ago, and his blood boiled
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