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her ear swiveled backward, catching his words. generoso; he was being sarcastic. only when he switched to common tongue and his meaning was clear did she stop and look at him with a gritted-teeth smile.

if you want, fiamma replied, her brows lifting. i don't really want to, amico.

she sighed and went on, though she tried to keep him in her periphery. sto andando a casa, she drawled, shrugging. andiamo.

he should not trifle with her. her heat had been one thing; post-fertility, she found herself on edge and reactive.