Chapter 109

  Connall took her other hand and kissed her palm. "It'll never happen. Could never happen."

  "Figuratively or literally?"

  He grinned. "Literally."

  "Really?"

  He nodded.

  "How does, um, mating work?"

  "Twenty-five is the Ár mökunar, the mating year. It's when our hearts turn to whoever our m...

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