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A battle for another day.

He slides down the ladder, and I gasp as always, but Askan just chuckles. “Go along now, little monkey, and be back before nightfall.”

“Oh come onnnn, there’s going to be a bonfire tonight. Nagrarl’s making melted chocolate bread.”

“Fine, but bring some back for your mother,” says Askan, and Toren grins, throwing the leather ball that Askan crafted for him in the air, catching it, and running out into the village.

I turn, looking up into Askan’s bright green eyes, and I smile so big it almost hurts my face. “No matter how long I’m here, it still doesn’t always feel real.”

“It is real, my love.” He kisses me, softly on the lips, and pulls me into his huge, broad chest.

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