We walk our boots to the front counter. His thick hand rests firmly on my hip as our bodies wait at the end of the market line."The digital self-checkout line isn't a viable option in this primitive hollow?" he whispers into my hair."Not a single soul would be in your private business if it were," I tell him over my shoulder as my hand sets the massive box of condoms directly onto the wooden counter."Well, hello, Lukan," Mrs. Ballard, the old pack clerk, says with a smile. Then, her eyes glance straight down at the massive box of condoms, and her fingers scan the barcode. Her gray brows lift significantly toward her hairline. "Is this resource all for today?""Oh, one more item," I say, reaching over to grab a few thick chocolate bars. "In case my inner wolf gets hungry during the mating heat."When her mouth gives the financial total, Ivanov steps forward, sliding his obsidian resource card through the reader. He offers the old female a charming smile and a respectful nod, and my
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