"Yeah, me neither." Then she grew enthralled with her palm. "Is anyone else seeing a pattern here?" They all stared blankly at her. That didn't mean she liked MacRieve's beast or anything it just reminded her that nothing could be as bad as Cruach. He'd been brutal and unsettling, but the terror she'd felt that night had ebbed - because once she got past her memories of Cruach, she saw how different MacRieve was from the Broken Bloody One. Who would want a hulking male like that, one with a face that fell away, revealing a beast? Yet, strangely, seeing him at his worst during the vampire attack hadn't been as bad as she'd imagined it. Of course, she'd been pleased to confirm that she wasn't. Legend held that nothing could stop a male Lykae from reaching his mate on that night.
Case closed." To her everlasting confusion, he hadn't come for her the night it'd been full. And for the record, e"Take it back." "Yow!" "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not his mate! Full moon - no MacRieve. Regin said, "If not the pain, then what gives with you? You're not thinking about MacRieve, are you?" She tossed up her dagger, catching the tip in her fore-claw.
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