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• “In fact, I’m proud of you for following your instincts.” His fist curled to grip my hair, and he tilted my head to the side just enough to eye the mark on my neck. He licked his lips. “Such a good little mate.”
• My mark had been healing well since arriving in Zaweth and spending more time with Grayson. It was still a bit red and a tiny bit sore but didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had when he’d found me in Maine.
• And that was all due to Grayson’s unyielding insistence on “tending” to it, as he called it, on a daily basis or basically any time he was around me and could get his hands on it.