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“We’re mated.” The words were no longer a question. “You’re my mate.” A glorious, wide, beaming smile broke over his face as his eyes flicked over her. “I’m your mate,” she agreed, grinning through a happy sob. He kissed her squished lips. “You’re my mate.” He repeated the statement over and over while pressing toothy kisses to her lips.
Ruling Sikthand (Clecanian, #7)
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