“You trod on my hospitality?” she says, an edge entering her voice. “Perhaps you should think twice before you try to con my mate. Someone could get the wrong idea,” Des says, looking remorseless. I knew something was up with that drink. Now Mara smiles. “And perhaps you should explain to your human mate why you refuse this most sacred and arcane of lovers’ rights. Or why she will die a mortal when she could’ve lived at your side for eons.”
