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A goddess should not deny herself pleasant musings.
Warm-blooded babies, rich with power, fresh with life. And when they ripened, when their essence reached its peak... well. A mother must eat.
The warmth of that pleasant anticipation curled even lower in my stomach. Fashire would not be easy to break, but the breaking itself would be exquisite. Those strong hands will tremble as he knelt before my feet.
Yes. That would be worth the effort.
But for now...
The warmth of excitement cooled. Strome. He had mentioned Strome.
How did he know that name?
And through what exactly had he linked her to me?
That same idiot who had chastised me for carelessness was apparently being careless herself. Sloppy. Leaking her existence to precisely the kind of creature she had warned me to avoid.
How rich.
My fingers tightened in the King's hair. He whimpered. I loosened my grip and patted his head absently.
