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“No.” I refused to believe this was true. She told me she was a halfling, that she had no mate. And now this d**k showed up claiming to be hers?
“Marcus…” Ayra placed her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.
“No,” I repeated, shaking my head in denial. I finally met someone I really liked, and now it was over before it even started?
“Marcus,” Zara tried, shooting me an apologetic look. She seemed as shocked as I was, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
“You said you were a halfling,” I hissed, resentment bubbling up inside of me. I thought she was like me, that she understood. That she knew what it was to live an unmated life in a world of mates. And now it turned out that she had someone all along?
“I am,” she protested, glancing at Léon. He flashed his
