Chapter Sixteen

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Saint: "May I touch your mate?" At my nod, she removed her mask, revealing her white eyes. Bain hissed from the foot of Rowan's bed; at my touch, he relaxed, but his forked tongue flicked out in warning. He could destroy everything, including the Representative. But he won't. Bound by the law of Diathorne, he will respect her presence, though fighting his beast is killing him. Her hands started scanning over her body. She started at her feet, and the moment her hands touched Rowan's skin, Bain and I both let out menacing snarls. The Representative's head fell back, and her eyes disappeared as they rolled into the back of her head. When she reached Rowan's head, electricity shot through the hands of the Representative and blasted her backward into the wall, she slumped to the floor, re

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