“You remind me of a bear,” she whispered, her fingers stroking his high, arrogant cheeks. She loved every part of his face, from his tip-tilted eyes to his thick black brows, so quick to frown. “From the first day we met. Remember, when you pulled me out of the tree? You looked just like a bear, your hair, and your eyes. And you grumble like a bear. And I was scared, at first, but you were so nice that day in Granholme, and so I thought…” Her eyes went to the glass bear on the mantle above them, small and melancholy, with one large paw outstretched. “I like bears,” she whispered, feeling heat
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