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This Salsola had one thing going for them, Max thought. The girls who had come to greet him were both very pretty, and idly in the way of young men, he wondered if that was why they were so secretive. If Inferni had a collection of pretty women he might think of hiding them away. Most of them were too old or too…strange, to suit his tastes. The blonde woman, and Vesper’s sister, those were pretty girls. Sex was hardly the last thing on his mind, but he allowed it to simmer as the dark woman spoke again.
“Max,” he gave, yellow eyes trailing between the two curiously. If the darker woman had not heard of anything, perhaps the pale woman would know. “Anything odd—a rider on the borders, a stranger claiming they’re just passing.” Both had come to Inferni, and they had let the spy slip away. It was a fault of being too trusting, the Hastati believed, and wished he had been the one to find the brute. After killing on the borders with a madman, Max had developed a passion for fighting and killing. Wolves were few and far between, but oh when they came it was wonderful.
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