Tairn stomps down the beach toward me with narrowed eyes. “Don’t start with me.” I shake my head as Aotrom barrels past Tairn out to where the water covers his ankles, sprinting with his wings tucked tight. “She’ll be back tonight.” “I’ll say the same when you’ve been unable to communicate with your mate for weeks and are then deprived by choice,” he grumbles, stalking into the woods. Swaying trees mark his passing. “Humans don’t mate!” I call after him. “Another sign of your inferiority.”
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