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| Chapter Twenty-One |

| After a full day in the saddle, her eyes never losing sight of Ashton as he and his men rode ahead of her, Sasha had felt a sense of dread as shadows began to lengthen when the sun dipped behind the mountains in the distance. Night had too quickly dropped a dark purple blanket over the world, but not before Sasha was able to see Ashton's campsite for the night. She had just as quickly chosen one for herself, yet she was alonetotally alonein it. |

| Her horse grazing close by, her hat still firmly on her head to hide her hair coiled in tight braids, Sasha huddled beneath a blanket up against a gum tree, shivering. "I'm hungry," she whispered to herself, having gotten her travel gear together so quickly that she had forgotten to put food in her saddlebag. "I'm cold." Her gaze moved slowly |

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