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Lance walked in a daze down the hall. His head did not mind where his feet led him. Before he knew it, he was in the residential area of the castle.
He’d climbed three flights without noticing. What he did notice was whose door he stood before. In the century that he’d had occasion to live in this castle, never had he once dared to come down this path.
Even though he'd run from her, his body still led him back to her. He'd followed her scent like a hound in heat. Picking at the tendrils in the air, he'd come to stand at Gwin's bedroom door.
His heart pounded, pushing against his rib cage, which pushed against the fabric of his shirt. His ears rang with the phantom sounds of her voice, her laugh. The way she’d sighed into his mouth.
For years, he’d taken in the scent of her through h
