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A full contingent of battle ready warriors is ready to accompany me to my suite. Abe gets one whiff of the lust filled air and emits a warning growl. He is not my mate as of yet, but he is clearly not attempting to share me. The others lower their heads, and back down to his challenge. After training with Abe for years, no one wants to take on Abrax Kalb.
The salty night breeze has a welcome chill to it as we walk hand in hand to the house. The sun is dipping below the horizon, leaving us captivated with an exhibition of magenta streaks, mixing and swirling with clouds that hold dark golden hues, enchanting us for a brief moment of unspoiled beauty. I have so many emotions coursing through my body, this romantic scene seems to be setting the stage for a di
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