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Gallimore

By Michelle Griep

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Breathing hard and red in the face, she turned to him. Unwieldy springs of curly hair added to her frantic appearance.

"Open this door. Let me out!"

Amazing how appealing she looked in the glow of torchlight. Frenzy lent a deep flush to her cheeks and lit her eyes with an untamed brilliance. Her chest heaved, and even in her odd garments, rounded curves piqued his interest, making it hard to avert his gaze. It had been a long time since he'd given a woman a second glance. Why this one?

"The gates are shut for the night. They'll not be opened 'til cockcrow."

"I'm not staying here that long." She turned on her heel in a perfect military pivot and marched off.

He sighed, tiring of the game. Where could she possibly go? He trudged after her as she entered a stairway leading to the top of the walls.

An unseasonably cool breeze met them on the narrow walkway. He let her stop and peer over the edge at what appeared to be random intervals. "What are you doing?"

She glared at him but kept up her silly probing along the length of the entire battlement. As they came to the end at a tower door, he decided to save them both from having to walk the whole periphery of Gallimore. "The western wall bears a more treacherous drop than what you've already seen. There's no point in continuing."

The look in her eye made him glad she was but a woman. He'd not want to face that kind of hostility from a man.

"You enjoy seeing me squirm, don't you?"

The acidity of her voice and the desperation it conveyed gave him an unexpected twinge in his gut. "Nay. Not so. As much as you've been an irritant to me, I bear you no ill-will. I do not possess my brother's penchant for evil-doing. Truth be told, when his focus is on you, it is off of me."

"I see. All you care about is yourself."

"Is there anything else to care about?"

"Yes."

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