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We didn’t stop running until the lights of the clearing had faded and the only sounds were the leaves rustling in the trees. The wind picked up, lifting my hair off my neck.
I sighed and slowed my steps.
“That happy to be away from the clearing?” Pierce matched his pace to mine.
“Yes,” I said. “Maybe. It would be nice to watch sweet Marta give every man in this camp what for.”
“Do all of us deserve it?” Pierce stopped to look at me.
“Probably.” I ran my fingers through my hair, getting the stray strands away from my face.
“Do I?” Pierce lifted my hand away from my hair.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I know you well enough to have a clear view of what you might have done to anger Marta.”
“I don’t argue over ale.” Pierce kissed the back of my hand. “And I was raised to be kind to l
