“Come here.” Malyr rolled onto his side, propping one hand under his head in support while he patted the quilt with the other. “I want my wife closer.” I lowered myself down to face him, resting my head on my arm only a few inches away from him, taking in his scent of lemongrass, letting his body heat seep under my skin. “I am not your wife yet.” “You accepted my gift, the food I fed you, our dance beneath the stars, did you not?” He lifted his hand to cup my cheek, letting the warmth of his palm caress my wind-whipped skin. “Among Ravens, you are my mate now. The wedding is merely a symbolic
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