Sunlight slipped through the leaves, painting her hair in molten strands as she plucked herbs with deliberate grace. Farlin’s ears twitched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Without looking up, her lips curved in a knowing smile If you mean to skulk there all day she drawled, voice velvet and edged with mockery at least have the decency to enjoy the view properly and show yourself.
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