Jorg had not been able to sleep since waking. He feared it. Not that he might not wake again, but to dream of his lady, Morgan.
Vizan for the first time in his life did not press. Such happenings said loudly how sorely he was compromised. How had all his years in the Watch been wiped away clean. By one woman in so short of time? It was unfathomable. Yet he'd stared out the temple's windows watching as Morgan's well wrapped body departed for parts unknown. The jedi had said such a creature. Which had drawn his ire,deserved an undisturbed rest. A wave of hurt had squeezed him hard enough to let...
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