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Parin was next. I watched him spar with Varek, using his weapon of choice, a staff. He had been trained in combat, like we all had, but he was a diplomat, not a real fighter. Varek took him down easily, but as I watched, he reached out and shook Parin’s hand after the match. Maybe there was some hope for them yet. Erroh stood beside me as we watched them start another match. “I notice you haven’t been pushing to go to the Earth Temple,” he said. “No, I thought we could all use some time together first.” I turned toward him. “Plus, I needed to get used to the idea of Parin as my mate. Are you still upset he was chosen?” “A little.” Erroh rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it strange that my brother will share your bed, as I do? Yes. But I’ve started to accept it. I can tell he cares about
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