“Or maybe I’ll do it all. Spill your secrets then break your pretty throne. Shall I start with how you hate your mate’s touch?” Air hisses through Mara’s teeth, but she doesn’t deny the accusation. “I know you desire my touch—and my mate’s.” That last little bit of Des’s confession is met with whispers in the dark. I guess wanting a human woman to fondle you is extra scandalous. “There are other things I’ve learned. Should I keep going?”
