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It had been four days, three hours and six minutes since he’d last seen Ari, and it was killing him. He loved her, and wouldn’t even try to deny it, not when he’d known it for a while. More than that, everything he’d told her was true; he would willingly give up his position on the Council for her. He’d willingly give up anything for her. The only reason he’d applied for a seat on the Council in the first place was so that he had somewhere to belong to. His family were all gone, victims of Russian hunters who were after their pelts, and for years, he’d had no one.
Until he’d met Ari. Despite promising himself he’d never let anyone in again, and so avoid the risk of losing them, Ari had quickly wormed her way into his future plans; even if she didn’t know that yet. As far as Bjorn could
