Continuing with my fantasy romance WIP. Benim sizing up his captive...
He held his breath waiting to see what she’d come up with next but rather than continue the argument, she lay down beside him…as far away as she could get. The chain tugged at his wrist and he shifted his arm to allow her as much comfort as he could.
When she rolled onto her side, facing him, he glanced her way. Already her eyes were closed, lashes dark against her pale skin, darker than the gold-brown shade of her hair. A small straight nose. Her lower lip was shorter than her upper one but temptingly plump.
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