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“Do you know what the Ikati actually are, Lumina?” She didn’t turn to look at him, and really, could he blame her? He knew he’d been acting on the far side of sullen and testy, but keeping her at a safe arm’s length had become of paramount importance to him. After that kiss, after everything that itched and throbbed between them, after the revelation about his own, imminent demise . . . Magnus was taking no chances. He was going to die. Soon. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—be so selfish as to take what he wanted from her, which was much, much more than just another kiss. “What do you mean?” Her brows pulled together in confusion. “You, Honor, and your mother are the only living Ikati who can Shift to something else than our original form . . . you know that, right?” Now she did look at him, a
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