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She shifted so she was sitting up on the seat of his thighs, her nose coming level with his as she looked deeply into him. So deep that he felt as though he were the one completely naked, rather than she. He felt the warm cascade of her breath against his mouth, flowing over his face and jaw. There was an intimacy to it that made him long to give in to her request. Lord knew he’d wanted her mouth beneath his almost from the very start.

“Then why?” she asked. “Why does being Sánge make a difference? Or why do you think it makes a difference?” she corrected herself after a moment.

“Because there is hardly a race on this world that doesn’t despise the Sánge, kébé. And you may very well belong to one of them.”

“I make my own choices,” she said, dismissing her unknown people with a shrug of one shoulder.

“You have no idea what your choices are,” he growled at her in reserved fury. “You don’t know who you are. What you are. Who are you wed to? Who are you mother to, kébé? Lord and Lady, Mystique, don’t you wonder who is missing you? It has to be somebody. A beautiful, powerful, and intriguing woman like you doesn’t go ignored, unnoticed, or unloved!”

“Well, you certainly are doing a fine job of it!” she bit back.