Witch's Hideout

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Hail inhaled her bamboo and green tea scent and knew that she had always been meant for him. Ragnar had fallen silent in order to ensnare his mate and Hail had been more than accommodating. He would have rejected her if he'd been given the chance, but he was thrilled the choice had been taken from his hands. They may have marked each other without consent, but they had always been meant to be and it was hard to deny once they'd met one another. "Are you running on empty? I'm not surprised after the past few days," she quipped as she strolled towards their walk in closet. Hail pitched himself back on the bed with a groan as his naked mate disappeared from sight and groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, woman." She swayed back into the room, clothes in hand and smirked as she drap

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