“Aldrik . . .” Her whisper transformed into a yawn. “Yes, my Vhalla?” She felt his voice reverberate in both his neck and chest, and it made her shiver. “Nothing . . . I just wanted to hear you say my name.” “Vhalla, Vhalla, Vhalla,” he obliged, punctuating each with a kiss on her forehead.
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