The Thief
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"Tell me little thief," he breathed silently against my ear causing all my hair on the back of my neck to rise.
"How should I punish you for such crimes against not only me but the kingdom?" He gently dragged his thumb along my lips while holding a cocky smirk.
"I have an idea..."
This can't be good..
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