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He would not push her too much – his weight pressed in to her caused her to shift, and he stilled, though the fire in his eyes did not dwindle. She snarled at him, her teeth gnashing toward him, clipping him to the muzzle and drawing a hint of blood. His tongue laced out like a viper, cleaning the small wound as his lips continued their own terrible snarl – pulled back to reveal the shine of his ivory canines. In his own fury, the presence of one of their comrades went unnoticed.
 
Her claim drew a derisive snort from him. He tempered himself, not willing to strike against his mate, and so the shadowrunner removed his touch from her, feeling the cold of the air whip between them, as if a signal from the mother goddess of what the outcome of this could be. “You’re mad because my best friend lives in our home,” he challenged, his voice resounding his anger. “You don’t trust me.” It had meant to be a question – but it remained a statement now, and his eyes held her own gaze forcefully, willing her to speak those words.
 
Their relationship had begun with unbidden desire with passion – it only seemed fitting they would fight with such as well.