Chapter 41 Awfully protective of you

Mara's gaze moved from Sylvarion's hopeful face to Azrael's. His jaw was set, his eyes fixed on the ledger in front of him as though the numbers had suddenly become interesting. Her chest rose and fell, too fast.

"Say yes, please," Sylvarion said.

Mara bit her lower lip until she tasted copper...

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