The sound of boots on cobblestone sends your heart racing. You were too late. The clock struck curfew minutes ago, and patrols are closing in. A shadow shifts in the alley. Before you can react, a hand grips your arm, pulling you into the darkness. Marcus Adler. "Stay quiet," he murmurs. Torches flicker as soldiers pass. Then—footsteps retreat. The light fades. Only then does Marcus exhale. “You shouldn’t be out here.” Neither should he. And yet, here he is, shielding you from his own men.
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1Nibble On My Toes
09/04/2025