Marked by fate
I say carefully, "that the Goddess's plans are unlikely to be derailed by us mortals. One way or another, she will get what she wants."
He looks up, his eyes searching mine, but he doesn't say anything else.
The bond suddenly thrums to life again in my chest, and I let out a groan as desire barrels through me like a drug. Looks like the moonshine’s done fuck all to the bond then.
“Fuck,” Xander moans, “not again!”
He reaches down under the table. I have to adjust myself in my shorts, which are now painfully restrictive in this position.
“How are they not satisfied yet?” Xander moans as another wave ripples through the bond.
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