The cold wind howled through the cracks in the walls of the abandoned house, mingling with the distant sounds of battle. Sixteen-year-old Ashley crouched in the shadows, her breath coming in short, anxious bursts as she watched through a narrow gap. Outside, the clash of steel and the cries of combat filled the air, but her attention was fixed on one Viking, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
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