She took it, keenly aware of his thick forearm and thicker bicep, of his broad shoulders and towering figure, of his summer-storm scent and the shiver it stroked up her back. It excited her. He excited her. A dark-elf. What on earth…? No, the last thing she needed would be to fall for her dark-elf husband—and end up a trophy his mother would lock deep inside a cave somewhere. It would be the life Papà had always wanted for her, the life she could never stand to live. She’d never see Mamma’s library realized, nor live her dream. And worse, Veron didn’t find her attractive. This was all still
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