Are you home?” Fanya called from the front room. “Why is it so cold in here? Slava get up. Violet wants you to take Maggie to the village like you promised.” Slava groaned and rolled out of bed. He had been staring at the ceiling all night, thinking about the American. Did he want the heartmate bond to appear for them? What about his mother, who had slipped into a coma and passed away because his father died in the mine. Did he want to be tied to someone like that? Moreover, did he want to force that bond on a human? His head ached with another migraine and his eyesight was blurry. “In here, Fanya. Give me a minute.” Why did he keep getting these headaches? He slipped into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. When he looked in the mirror, he groaned again. He could barely make out his reflection. “I need to shift, Fanya. I have another headache and can barely see.” Fanya rushed in. “You look terrible. Shift, do it now.” Slava pushed off his pants and called the change.
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