She was blessedly alone and could only guess how long she’d been so. A bit of light filtered through the crack around the door, and the small fires in the braziers had sunk into nothing more than coals. Was it morning, then? Her body ached—her arms, her legs, her shoulders, and especially her breasts and abused nipples. The little pip hooded inside her quim felt full and swollen, pressed between her legs as she slept. As she drew herself up onto her hands, hair tumbling over her face and shoulders, Jane heard a tortured cry—something like an animal in pain. “Zaren!” She didn’t know how she knew it was him, but she was certain. Stumbling off the bed, she staggered to the door. Unheeding of her nakedness—what had she to hide?—Jane flung open the door of the hut and found herself confronted by two large, dark-skinned men. Guards. They blocked the way with strong arms and long spears, and seemed to have no intention of allowing her to leave. Jane didn’t know what she would have done if Cold Eyes hadn’t walked up at that moment.
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