the "Flame Sire
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he pinned me
e breathed,
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come ad
ng: roses, candles, a mating ring. I wai
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rosty. "But my conditio
fre
orts: "You dare!
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ffers 50 billion for a ritual mate. You hou
ne-sever the bond! But
r returned. She m
whelp, disowning your o
endy grabs me: "Alic
m gone? Your bastard daughter wears St
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lide down the door, t