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“We can’t go back to my village,” she argued early the next morning.
Gril watched as she packed her satchel with the remaining green water nuts and snacks she had collected. He pulled her back to him when she closed her satchel and began to step away. Turning her to face him, he cupped her cheeks and pressed a heated kiss on her lips. He could sense her fear.
“I will not run from your mother or from your council. I am Gril Tal Mod, not some common leech who would take you with no respect,” he stated.
“Take me with no respect. You have my full permission. In fact, I think it is wonderful that you would even think of taking me away without another thought to my family or clan,” she protested.
“Madas…,” he started to argue.
She rested her fingers on his lips. “They will insist on the
