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... ing of Arion’s bedroom... the man himself glued onto him once again.
Arion was sleeping.
Of course the Crown Prince of Alamina, who could track beasts by pheromone residue and intimidate a council into silence with a single look, had apparently decided that the best place to recover from a near-rut spiral was pressed against Dean like a heat-seeking barnacle with royal titles.
Dean lay still for a moment, blinking slowly, letting his body inventory itself.
No feve ...
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