The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

Words: 1892
Pages: 8

“What the hell are you reading to her?” Miles asked, picking up the paperback novel that lay on a sleeping Bass’ chest.

Rubbing his eyes, Bass swung his legs onto the floor as he sat up rubbing his eyes. “It was all Aaron could find.”

Miles scoffed, throwing the book down on the cot next to Bass. “A fucking romance novel?”

“It’s not like there’s a library down the street Miles,” he replied, looking down at the book.
“Where is Aaron, anyway? I haven’t seen him or Rachel since last night.”

“I don’t know,” Miles huffed, laying a hand against Charlie’s forehead. “They took off at first light saying they’d be back.”

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The sun was setting as the inner gates to Monroe Manor opened, allowing Sebastian access to the courtyard.
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Connor did in fact have a hot, steaming bath ready, as well as a fire in the fireplace. The barber tools that Miles would need to sew up his back and arm lay nearby.

Dismissing the squire, Sebastian stripped and tossed his eyepatch on his night table.

Miles stood nearby, pouring them both a drink as Sebastian lowered his body into the tub.

He accepted the cup, downing half the contents in one swallow as Miles moved to the fireplace leaning against the mantel.

"You go to the Senate and return looking like something chewed you up and spit the wee lass out. Would you like to tell me how that happened?" Miles asked with a grin.

"It was near dawn when I reached the Black Forest. The dragons were out in force. I had almost passed the crossroads when I heard her."

"And you just had to ride in and save her."

Sebastian smirked with a raised brow. "Do we not teach our men that they are the shield of the weak, the champion of right and good? What kind of leader would I be if I didn't lead by example?"

Miles snorted loudly. "All right. I'll let you keep your secrets for now. Do you even know who she
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He was between it and the bed when she cried out, knocking her bedding aside, causing him to turn back towards her.

Mary had left her unclothed to make it easier to care for her and he had seen the bruises on her arms and shoulders, had even seen some of the bruises around her midsection when he had bandaged her by the side of the road, but nothing had prepared him for the rest of her.

Ripping the sheet the rest of the way off of her, he saw red as he looked at the damage that had been inflicted upon her body.

Yes, the yearling had done its fair share of damage, but a dragon didn't leave fingerprints, handprints, or the very clear impression of a seal upon her body.

It would be over his dead body before Strausser walked out of this manor with her in tow.

He was just tucking the bedding back around her when the maid reappeared with a basin of cool water.

He waited for her to set it down before sending her to find her own bed. He had spent years at war and was very capable of tending to a small slip of a girl.

When he wasn't tending to her, trying to keep her fever down, he was staring into the fire pondering over the meaning of two set of marriage papers and the mark he had discovered upon her