The rogue was on the business end of a sword, four or five feet of steel. Marrin looked like some kind of Nordic god as he held the rogue two feet off the ground. Except for a hotel towel wrapped around his waist, he was completely naked. His golden hair, loose from its usual scrunchy, hung down over his shoulders, bare chest and stomach. Every inch of him was well toned with muscle that Del only now noticed. An overhead light shone down on his hair and skin and gave him a kind of divine glow. I must be delirious, Del thought. I’m dying. I’m already dead. Marrin never looked so good. amazon/Tears-Heaven-RA-McCandless-ebook/dp/B00H4IBDSE/
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