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being patient with me when IтАЩm not particularly patient back.

For my funny little dog, Eddie Monster, who always knew when it was more important for me to play
with the ball instead of work.

And for Mom, Pop and Jenny because I would never have gotten this far without you guys.

Chapter One

Rowena twisted in her bedroll, restless and uncomfortable on the hard-packed earth. Frustration
gnawed at her. It was that blasted dream again. The dark bulk of him rising above her, the scrape of
callused fingers over her nipples, the feel of his hard cock thrusting into her. She rolled her eyes at the
memory and a groan escaped between her clenched teeth. She hated the dream. Especially when she
had no chance of experiencing those sensations in real life. Thanks tohim .

SheтАЩd been having the same dream nearly every night for the last week.Him kissing her mouth, her
breasts, her pussy.Him fucking her while keeping her gaze locked to his. His tongue, his teeth, his fingers,
his cum spurting hot inside her. SheтАЩd barely been able to sleep since she set out on this mission three
days ago. And when she had slept, her dreams had been so erotic and soтАжdemanding she woke up as
exhausted as when sheтАЩd stretched out on her pallet the night before.

She turned again and the bedroll bunched beneath her. In a fit of irritation, she finally threw the blanket
off and sat up. And saw the shadows closing in around her.

She surged to her feet, sword in hand, with a speed and grace she hoped the robbers would recognize.
She hated to kill people just for being stupid enough to attack someone like her.

As the shadows stepped into the faint light from the crescent moon, she realized they werenтАЩt ordinary
robbers. Their linen shirts were too clean, their leather trousers and bracers too well-repaired, their
weapons and steel breastplates too well-made and maintained. Seven of them in all. Mercenaries, she
guessed, noting the rough look of them despite the high-grade of their gear. She turned in a small circle as
they surrounded her, gauging their movements.

тАЬI give you fair warning,тАЭ she said, studying their faces. тАЬPut up your swords and leave. Now. And I
wonтАЩt kill you.тАЭ

As sheтАЩd expected, the standard warning was met with derisive laughter. She shook her head.
Mercenaries, of all people, should understand what it meant to face a sword sworn of the Aleanian
Temple. тАЬVery well.тАЭ She lifted her sword. тАЬShall we?тАЭ

And she grinned.

If her movements hadnтАЩt given her away, her grin should have. Still they came at her, an all-out attack,
seven at once. Not the best tactics, she thought as she danced away from them and into the clear, using
only the briefest flicker of mind-hazing. The mercenaries got in each otherтАЩs way, too many swords in too
tight an area. They adapted quickly though. When they turned on her this time, they attacked two or
three at a time.
 She laughed as the fight got underway, rejoiced in the feel of her muscles moving, her skills being tried,
her mind sharp and focused. Seven opponents was a good numberтАФenough to make her work and
stretch, not too many for her to handle. She twisted away from an awkward swing by one man,