The men worked tirelessly out in the cold, bringing as many of the outliers as would come into the safety of the castle. They fortified the walls, then gathered supplies for the long, harsh season ahead. The snow stopped, and the sky cleared, but Vasilli knew they only had a short time before winter really set in.
He worked alongside his men, but his mind kept drifting to thoughts of flaxen hair and eyes so blue and deep he could drown in them. Nika’s soft, lithe curves kept toying with him. They remained at the fringes of his awareness, always taunting him no matter how hard he worked. His eyes constantly sought her. It delighted him when they found her doing some outdoor task. They were on her now.
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