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Alec hurried through the sodden city streets, the yellow light of the streetlamp reflecting in the puddles. He was glad it wasn’t raining, not because he felt the cold, but because his mate was out there somewhere.
Technically, Diana didn’t feel the cold any more than he did. Sometimes, though, the rain steamed off her innate heat. It wasn’t enough to obscure her vision, but he didn’t like the idea of her having any handicaps when she fought.
She’ll be fine. She always was.
Alec had no shame in admitting Diana was the superior fighter. During one particularly heated battle, he’d actually hidden behind her. Well, he was a bit embarrassed about that, but he’d been holding a precious one-of-a-kind Shakespearean folio when they’d gotten ambushed. Letting it get damaged would have been a
