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Fern
Svein and I lay close, watching the snow fall. He’d found a rocky ledge and tucked us under the overhang. His great body warmed me through and through.
“Blizzard will be over soon, and then I’ll move you to better shelter,” he muttered. “It’s been a hard winter. It’s not good for you to be out in these elements.” His voice was deep and soothing, but sad. “You should not have come.”
I bit my lip. When the blizzard was over, would he send me back? I rolled to face him. Golden eyes burned out of a lean face. His beard was wild, but he didn’t look like a madman. Just tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed. He didn’t want me here, where he felt he couldn’t care for me.
Bowing my head, I pressed myself to his chest. I had to come up with a way to convince him to keep me as his mate.
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