Ruling Sikthand (Clecanian, #7)

by Victoria Aveline

Something brainless in her body roused at the sight of the enormous alien king kneeling in the filthy ground,

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If I hear you’ve dashed out into the desert in the night, understand that I will be the one to hunt you.”

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She held out the bag to the king. “Would you walk with me?”

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“You keep calling me majestic. It’s not often my looks are so exalted. Tell me, human, which parts of me are most glorious?” Sophia jumped when something slithered around her back and forced her a step closer.

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A vise locked over her chest when Sikthand glanced at her and caught sight of her outstretched hand. His expression blanked. He took her palm in his and ran a thumb over the matching mate marks she’d had Khes tattoo on her a few hours ago. He swallowed, and the inner corners of his brows lifted as he gazed in pained happiness at her marked hands. “I love you, Your Majesty,” he rasped, loading the words with more adoration than she knew was possible.

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