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Ten
Cleo’s POV “Heat?” I must have sounded stupid. I knew exactly what would happen once marked, yet that was all I could say. “Yes Cleo” Roman chuckled as if it had been the funniest thing he had heard, only confirming I did indeed sound stupid. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I hadn’t thought about it that way. Look, your right I don’t know you and I’m not sure I really want to. All I know is what Agatha told me and to be quite frank, what she did say wasn’t exactly a great selling point. I’m sorry… Raymond, is it?” “Roman” I had to fight the urge to laugh as he growled at me for calling him the wrong name. “Well, ‘Roman’ I don’t want a mate. I had all these plans for when I was old enough to leave. I want to travel the world, to embrace new cultures, try new food. Not be mated t
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