The road to Asheville stretched long and winding through the neutral territories, the road is a place packed earth flanked by dense forest on one side and rocky outcrops on the other. Kaelan rode at the head of a small, carefully chosen contingent, Ryke at his right, two trusted warriors behind them, and no banners to announce their presence. Diplomacy demanded subtlety, especially with tensions rising after the recent raids. His black stallion moved with steady power beneath him, but Kaelan’s mind was miles away, back in Ravencrest. Back in the garden. Celeste. The memory of her pressed against the stone wall refused to fade. The way her soft body had melted into his, the sweet, needy moan that had escaped her lips when he had deepened the kiss, the way her hips
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