Sam

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But I pause, noticing something at the back of her neck. I push aside her hair, and my breath sucks in at the small golden scale that gleams right there upon her skin. A scale from me. From our bond. The same color as my own that sits over my heart. Satisfaction imbeds into me, leaving behind every impression of her. Making my desire flare at the sight of her body showing its bond with mine.
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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