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Silken sheets surrounded his naked body, along with a pair of legs intertwined with his and the warmth of his wife’s body beside him. Without bothering her, he reached for his bag next to the bed and pulled out his tome. He had the urge to tell the world how he was feeling: wonderful, satisfied, content. Cris looked down at his sleeping wife and smiled, touching her dark hair, caressing her scalp. She shifted slightly, holding him tighter, claiming his body as her own.
Cris flipped through the pages and wrote his entry. Then he saw Alaia’s entries. She seemed to be having a horrible time and there was an apology for not meeting with him the night before.
Don’t worry. We can meet today if I’m not preoccupied.
He looked down at Niela and stared at her for a moment. He recalled her furious demeanor when she approached him about his meetings with this other woman. “Don’t cross the line,” she told him, and he hadn’t. He didn’t plan to. How many times had he felt the urge to cross that line, and yet he didn’t out of love for Niela and respect for the vows they made. But he was a man with a history of getting what he wanted. Not because he felt he deserved it, but because he felt the urge to please the women he had been with. But things were different. He was going to behave.
Someone wants to meet you.
Cris hoped that the encounter would be peaceful. He knew it would be. Niela was good at being calm and lady-like. Alaia wouldn’t know that she was his wife. It would be fine. He closed the tome and as he was about to reach for a cigarette, he stopped and simply reached over to hug his wife. He was planning on staying longer with her before he rode off to Orgrimmar. He had to find Laerchel. She had to have information by now.
His blue-green eyes stared out ahead at the plain, red wall as memories rushed into his mind. He remembered the day he got caught by the Horde soldiers and the torture they submitted him to. He gripped his wife tighter, her sleepy moaning causing him no alarm.
“They’ll pay,” he whispered. “The fucking Horde will pay.”
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