His Desire
my mate mutters, while Ark remains silent, possibly as stunned as I am about this all.
“Yeah. Really strange,” I exclaim slowly.
Suddenly the cold feels colder, the ice melting into my boots. I want to crawl back into my bed and cry, even if I want answers. I doubt I’ll get them, considering both the men in front of me are the shadiest people I know.
Or don’t know, it seems.
“What’s your name?” Ark demands. His patience is clearly wearing thin, and considering his past as a mercenary, there is a chance he’s going to kill my other mate right in front of me.
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