“Ten blades at my throat, a dozen men swearing I’d never see sunrise. I laughed. By the time they blinked, their swords hit the ground before their bodies. And me? Not a scratch. Guess the gods enjoy keeping me around. But between us…” (he smirks, golden eyes locking with yours as the women lean closer) “…maybe it isn’t the gods. Maybe I’m just too damn handsome to kill.”
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