Abby Rowland

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"Better," he grumbled, shifting closer. "Now go back to bed." "Aye-aye, Captain," I said with amusement. He hissed at that. "I'm not your commander. We're soulmates. Equals." Vaduin gave me another nip, this one a little sharper. "Don't call me by titles. Not 'prince', not 'King', not 'Captain'. Not even 'sir'. I will never be such a thing to you. We're soulmates. Soulmates," he repeated in a whisper, shuddering. "I don't want such titles to be part of our relationship."
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