Dawlya’s Dragon
“I’m eight thousand years old. When I was nineteen hundred, I marked a mate. Her name was Hanna. She died not long after. Since then, I’ve pushed everyone away. By all logic, the mating pheromone shouldn’t have affected me like it did with you. Once a mate is marked, we stop reacting to it.”
“Cain, I swear to you I’m not using any magic,” Avi said firmly. “I didn’t even know about the pheromone until you told me.”
He gave a small, humorless laugh. “Maybe I marked the wrong person.”
Avi blinked. “What?”
“The first time I saw you,” he said softly, “I couldn’t look away.”
Avi chuckled. “When I saw you, all I wanted to do was crawl under my desk.”
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