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“Alaric’s fingers tightened in her hair, a gentle tugging that lifted her head from the crook of his neck. She blinked down at his pale, anguished features, her pulse quickening as it was caught in the stormy undertow lurking in the haze-ridden depths of his dark eyes. “Be kind to me, wife,” he said.” — Thea Guanzon
Alaric’s fingers tightened in her hair, a gentle tugging that lifted her head from the crook of his neck. She blinked down at his pale, anguished features, her pulse quickening as it was caught in the stormy undertow lurking in the haze-ridden depths of his dark eyes. “Be kind to me, wife,” he said.