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She was beauty; she was grace—playful and perfect and redolent of the promise of new life. Before he could blink at her teasing statement, she was gone, dashing over their shared homeland.

Killdeer followed with eager alacrity.

Amalia was no tiny woman; her strides gobbled up the earth, and he knew that it would be a hell of a chase to catch her, even if she eventually relented. Still, he relished the pursuit, tongue lolling, the all-too-familiar heat beginning to burn deep and low in his belly.

She's going to wear me out before I can even get started, he thought, and laughed, breathlessly.