In the corner, the mysterious dark-haired woman with curves that could put your eye out, released a breath she hadn't known she was holding and said to the wench, "Don't be fooled by the way his curls fall over his forehead--there's nothing boyish about him."
The brooding, gray eyed man in tattered chainmail fixed her with a piercing gaze through the dark, lank hair that fell over his face, his lean frame seated in the shadowed corner!
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