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I guess not, he replied simply, his tone even but distant, as if the question hadn’t stirred much within him.

At her next words, his eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger but in sharp appraisal. He tilted his head, considering her, before he spoke again. I don’t take women, he said, his voice low, deliberate, unless they want to be taken.

Was she asking him to? Was she prodding at him like a wasp in a bees hive? So plainly vulnerable, Qvasir wasn't expecting such a lewd confrontation. He had only offered her a den, now, she offered the divot between her hips.

Do you want that?

im on the edge of my seat!