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... ven for just a few minutes, the risk they faced that day. But bless her or curse her, his mate wouldn’t allow him to ignore it.
Tarkyn clawed a hand through his hair, then twisted the lengths into a tight, functional bun that he secured with a leather strap. He needed to face this day with clear sight.
His belly quivered at the thought.
But once he was moving, he found every time his eyes strayed to his mate’s soft skin, to her uncertain smile, every time her sweet voice ...
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