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Adele heard approaching hoof beats, and in one fluid motion had her bow at the ready, an arrow knocked. At her side, Gavin reached out a hand, placing it on the arrow, urging her to lower her weapon.
“My brothers,” he said, a wide grin lighting his face.
Answering smiles graced the handsome features of three warriors who trotted towards them. Charm, Blue, and Morro raised their heads, ears pricked forward, and sent a greeting to Gavin’s steed, who whinnied in response.
Adele slipped her arrow back into her quiver and slung her bow over her shoulder. The horses of Roanoak were as stunning as the men who rode them. It was easy for her to discern which of the three was Kaden. Though at first glance the brothers were mirror images of each other, she could see the subtle differences. The
