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~ TARKYN ~
Harth held his gaze and her lips pulled up into a hesitant smile. "I believe you."
"You should," he said, arching one eyebrow. "You haven't seen me at my best yet, Harth. But I'm feeling my strength again. No one is going to touch you, except me," he vowed, stroking the line of her jaw with his thumb. "And I'm going to get the Queen listening to your people if I have to drag her to it by the scruff of her neck."
Harth looked both alarmed, and slightly amused by that idea. He kissed her again quickly, then—just as another knock came on the door, slightly louder this time, he stepped back and reached down to redo his buttons.
