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“He leaned down, nuzzling my throat. 'Don't you want to comfort your mate, who has missed you terribly these weeks?' I planted a hand on his face and pushed him back, scowling. 'I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was. Then he can get his comfort.' Rhys nipped at my fingers, teeth snapping playfully. 'Cruel, beautiful female.” — Sarah J. Maas
He leaned down, nuzzling my throat. 'Don't you want to comfort your mate, who has missed you terribly these weeks?'
I planted a hand on his face and pushed him back, scowling. 'I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was. Then he can get his comfort.'
Rhys nipped at my fingers, teeth snapping playfully. 'Cruel, beautiful female.