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“You’re special, all right,” he
“Yes,” Anassa’s voice comes over the bond.
Logic is no match for animal need. My fingers tighten in Stark’s hair. He opens his mouth wider, bares his teeth, and bites at my flesh.
“I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.”

