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Though the sight of Madam Kalos’ blood should unnerve her, it didn’t. She licked her lips and felt the insides of her thighs dampen. This alien king—her mate—would slit anyone’s throat if they threatened her. The knowledge was as heady as any aphrodisiac.
Ruling Sikthand (Clecanian, #7)
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