"There are no more dragons, sir." Gha'enna caressed the innkeeper's face with the back of her sun-bronzed fingers. "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to pour me a pint of ale, slice me a piece of bread, and spare me a bowl of warm stew." Her lips were close to his, her nimble fingers unfastened the buttons of his disheveled shirt. "Here's me last few pence."
He trembled at the mere touch of her skin on his. "Keep it."
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|Knight & Dragon by Eleon|