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Devil of the Deep

The knock brought him back to reality. He tried to sit up but slumped back down as Elara walked in and spotted him. She rushed over to him and tried to lift him but was dragged onto his lap.

Her face went as red as her hair, but Archer started kissing the Marshal's slender neck. Elara didn't move, but she said in a quiet voice, ''My Lord, I know you're drunk, and I do love you, but we're not ready for that.''

When Archer heard this, he stopped kissing the dragonkin woman but rested his head against her shoulder, taking in her scent, a mix of lavender and sweat, which put him at ease.

Elara wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him, causing Archer to drift off as the two cuddled on the sofa. Even the Dragon Marshal soon fell asleep to the sound of his breath.

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