clanked as she tried and failed to curl onto her
side.
On silent paws, Fenrys loped back in and
took up his place against the wall. Concern
and fury flared in the wolf’s dark eyes as she
gasped for air, as her chained limbs still
attempted to curl around her abdomen. But
Fenrys could only lower himself onto the
floor once more.
Four blinks. I am here, I am with you.
Cairn didn’t see it. Didn’t remark on her
one blink in reply as he smirked at the tiny
bites on her neck, sealed with the salt from the
warm waters of Skull’s Bay.
Rowan’s marking. A mate’s marking.
She didn’t let herself think of him too long.
Not as Cairn thumbed free that heavy-headed
hammer and weighed it in his broad hands.
“If it wasn’t for Maeve’s gag order,” the
male mused, surveying her body like a painter
lily
(lily)
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