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Virtue was a price she paid for with every breath she took. The same fight-bully who, if I recall his choice words about my honor, has also personally lost at my hand twice before outside of the ring in a true fight? Said you hid a weapon in your bodice. She was no cheat.
Her fists, the shocking rush of a strike to the face whipping her head back like a child spinning in one place. Everyone was here for money, or drink, or for some feral instinct that they could not satisfy by hunting. She was here because it felt like a game. And because when she won a few coins crossed her palm.
Bruised her up awful, but never beaten her.
The ring was smelly and wet, wet from spilled drink, wet from the soiled crowd, wet from mess: the muddy earth strangely warm around her ankles as it leeched through her stockings. Her clothing was ripped.
She felt air, mud, and eyes on a place that should not be looked at. But all she did when the cheering intensified was shout "do you see a weapon in this bodice?
Plutt was worse than a bully, a pimp, in those he represented. He would not stop these petty challenges until Rey lost. She would not lose to the word of a man like that. He hauled a flagon of something strong to her breast, congratulatory, but Rey could only think of the stupid mistakes she had made in her fight.
There were too many chances given for the old sow to land a facer on her, her cheek swelled massively already. She had barely won. Problems such as where she would sleep. She pulled her ripped bodice up to cover her mud-flecked breast, which was slumping out from the fragile material not lasting the fight.
They never did. She resembled a dolly made by a young child with only scraps from their mother's sewing-basket.
She sweated so much onto those clothes anyway.
As if it mattered if the pretty flowers all matched sweetly together. Finn handed her the whole purse, as he was wary of this as well. She sucked down her drink, shaking her head and she almost choked on the power of it.
They wove together under the slatted board seats of the crowd, able to hear murmurs of conversation between the fights for a celebratory drink.
When those were going on all else was deafened in yells. Hers was the last lady brawl of the evening: always an event when she took the ring.
Most nights ended the least exciting way if it meant that she had gone into the ring at the middle. Anyone bloodthirsty and with a feel for this place know of this. There were protesting groans at the two fighters announced after her, and even more suggestions the victor fight her. Despite the spectacle, it was not done, it was too debased, which fairly seemed possible here. Rey shook her head, her hair coming loose from the tight knot she bound it in before the fight.
Now it was a fine time to fall: in the ring it would have been ripped clean out at the roots. Finn was at her elbow, both of them now underneath the seats of the ring, with the two gentleman in plain but unknowing sight. The ruddy one was talking, not the dark one. It was a struggle to name who she liked the least. The one who did not stoop to assist with her flowers this morning was closely, broodingly, watching the fight as he prattled on. He covered her mouth quickly, so not to be discovered, but she gaped up at the man on the seat above her, so close, his massive stockinged leg stretching out just inches from her face.
Her face flushed with rage. His friend patted his shoulder like a pouting child, as he did quite look like one in the moment.
Enough coin is all the same to them. We shall try again tomorrow there; and see if she is more easily persuaded with an offering of flax.
His eyes widened. Despite her wrath and horror: he looked delighted for her. She shook her head. Finn struggled not to cry out to alert the men above them. Mistaken in her honest trade for a Hedge Whore. All she needs is charm. At least the tall one was quiet. Still, she could not help raising her eyebrows. Paid holiday? Finn was holding out his hand, missing what was being said, his palm collecting a fine white powder as the wig gesticulated.
His hair-powder was raining down on them. Both of them shuddered, Rey frantically trying to wipe away the powder that coated her sweaty skin, and scampered off outside the fighting house with their winnings to plot, and maybe find themselves a celebratory pie or two.
This was a constant irritant of these foul gents attempting to scheme a few coins out of them. Bets, better seats, a safe walk home with their skills as a protector. Plotting to lead them to an alley to be beaten and robbed.
Though he still refused to dress to match the current lightness of his purse. Kylo Ren tried not to let the venom enter his blood, but it was like a shot of lightning in his brain. Like some invisible force cracked a whip over his very being. He could practice virtue before then to make the transition into being a good son easier.
Or dedicate himself to plenty vice like a man in his last days.
She had always known it, but when a mysterious older woman shows up and invites her to learn about her birth family, things take a turn for the odd. The last thing I expect is for the Alpha to recognize me as his fated mate.
But a marriage borne out of duty soon takes on a whole new spin. For Kir discovers his bride is an utterly enticing mystery. Beatrice is half-faery, maybe a little bit vampire, and altogether delightful. The hard-as-nails female is more than he could ask for—intense, clever and sexy as sin. Rachel is human and fears his kind. Determined to start fresh in the wilds of Colorado, she answers an advertisement in the paper for a wife.
Tristan believes his obsession with Avery is nothing more than lust. Determined to bed her despite her strange powers, will he convince her to accept her new life or give her the freedom she craves? But though she prides herself on being independent, deep down she still yearns for a knight in shining armor.
But after so many of his Pack brothers have found their mates, he starts wondering if there might be a mate in his future too. But when her plans backfire, her hope for freedom begins to fade. When her world hits rock bottom, she stumbles across wolf shifter, Devin Caedmon, who offers her safety and protection. She learns to trust the wolf, but has yet to trust the man. Hell no.
Until he moves to New Wurzburg and meets Friederike Burkhart. And someone wants her dead for it. For the first time, Rain has something worth fighting for, worth living for.
Worth dying for. His plan is easier said than done, especially when not just any woman will do. When their captors separate the three women, they vow to reunite, no matter the cost. But now someone knows the truth and is determined to exterminate her family line.
Living on borrowed time in the midst of this dangerous game of hide and seek, the last thing Elodie needs to do is fall in love. But Sawyer is determined to protect her, and the brooding, angry boy is more than what he seems. Can they outsmart a madman?
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