He’d left his hair unbound and, with his head bowed, the blond-streaked locks obscured his face from view. If it hadn’t been for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, Arek could have passed as a mastercrafter’s statue placed on display for any viewer’s pleasure.ALLEGIANCE SWORN (Ch.27)
Every muscle, every limb, every ridged angle and curved line displayed stone carved perfection. More than worthy of admiration, although – and here, her mouth twisted wryly – she doubted any artist would approve of the carnal nature of her appreciation.
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