Marked By Midnight
And then, without warning, a tingling sensation rushed through me, warm and electric, spreading like sparks in my veins.
‘Due what’s happening?’ I asked, but all I got was a low, contented groan in return.
‘Azrik?’ I called, panic and wonder woven into my voice.
‘It may appear… that the two are mating,’ he said after a pause.
I froze. ‘Wait. They can do that?’
‘Yes,’ he replied gently. ‘They’re mates, just like us. And they’re us in every way that matters.’
‘Now I’m jealous,’ I muttered, heart pounding.
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