Chapter 34 34.Seer

Keith

The heavy oak door creaks open as Clinton and I enter the room, and Hope is the first to glance up from the hearth where she is nursing a cup of tea. Her eyes scan my face, and I can’t find it in myself to hide the weariness from my face.

Go to mate, my be— no, my hybrid urges me.

Part of my ...

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