Tasting the forbidden.

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It was midday.

Myles was walking side by side with his 19-year-old stepdaughter, Wilhelmina, in the outlawed depths of SilverCayne forest, a place teeming with mystery, magic and abundance.

He was dressed in a navy blue long-sleeved shirt and black pants. He was also donning brown leather boots, while he had a sheathed sword strapped to his waist.

His shoulder-length, slightly curly, cherry-red hair had a middle parting.

Even though he was past forty, he could still pass for a youth. His muscle-bound body was also highlighted by his clothes, making him a walking eye candy.

His stepdaughter sported a cropped jean jacket, an equally cropped...