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I blinked at the insane bird. “Sweetie?”
The woman looked askance at her snuggler and arched an eyebrow as some of the pleasure left her face. “You again.”
Blackbeak yanked himself away and his beak dropped open. “What do you mean ‘me again?’ Don’t you remember all those wonderful nights we had together? All that star-gazing-”
“And all that constant bickering over the forest,” she added as she pinched the back of his neck between two fingers and drew him off of her. The beautiful woman stretched out her arm and dropped him onto the ground in front of her.
Blackbeak let out a squawk before he righted himself and fluffed out his feathers. He whipped his head up and glared at her. “Is that how you treat your husband?”
I choked on my surprise, and my sputtering caught the atten
