Kim asked for the umpteenth time, and received the same tired smile in return. “I will be fine, my dear sister. Please do not worry over me. Go back to the feast and make peace with my brother.” Kim snorted her derision at that, and Guta laughed. “We haven’t exactly had a fight, so how can I make peace?” Kim said, which was true. The last time she had properly spoken to him, they had been engaged in—her cheeks heated recalling that night, and she clenched her thighs together. This whole thing was insane. She couldn’t think about him without getting turned on. Guta said it was part of the mating bond, when Kim had steadfastly refused to follow the unspoken demand in her brain to turn around and look at Asger back in the meeting hall. It was one of the reasons why she was so damn angry with him. He had bitten her, claimed her, as Guta had called it, without explaining the consequences to her. That niggling ache in her belly, when she defied him, the very real need to seek him out and touch him, this overwhelming connection to him, and yes, dammit, love.
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