“You’re my kyrana.” I chanced a peek up at him. He’d called me that before. “Do you know what that is?” he asked. He wasn’t glaring at me, like I’d expected. Instead, his expression was patient. Like we had all the time in the world. “No,” I said softly. “We don’t know why or how it happens,” he said quietly. “Whether it is by Raazos’s or Alaire’s or Gaara’s or Zor’s design. Or maybe none of them.” “I don’t understand.” “A kyrana is a blood mate,” Azur told me, his voice smooth and rich. “Whether it is by divine selection or science or magic or even fate, whatever you wish to call it, you are
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