Shock and pride course through me in equal measure, forcing me to halt in place. “You called me mate,” I manage. She plants both hands on her hips, a dark brow quirking upward. “Are you not?” I’m across the room before I consciously think about moving, hauling her into my arms and pressing her to the far wall. It’s covered with a large velvet curtain, and she— “Stop, Nor,” she commands, eyes swirling with gold. “Or I’ll be forced to stop you. I want to give you my damn present.” “You called me mate,” I practically whine. “I need to touch you, Cath, to show you how much it means to me that you
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