Lexie was wide-eyed, staring like she’d never seen me before. “The Fallen don’t remember the exact events that caused their fall,” she said in a hushed whisper. “Their memories were stripped from them, but they did retain a few customs of their world. It’s rumored that they only have one true mate, one who can absorb their energy and carry their child. Knotting is the way they confirm it, even if they already feel the connection.”
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