![]() ![]() He was the quieter of the pair, but together, they were Trouble on four legs–eight if they had shifted into their animal forms. Roman, she thought, turning to press a kiss over the top of his head. It could hurt and it could give such joy it was beyond anything she had ever imagined possible. Emotion had a strength most of the Psy had forgotten. The beautiful green of his gaze held the most intense kind of promise. ![]() Her eyes lifted and clashed with his as he sat down on the edge of the coffee-table in front of her. Every time she held these two, she wondered about what the future held for her and Lucas. They immediately snuggled up to her, small and warm and so precious. Julian patted the space in between and Sascha sat. “Kid has good taste, not to mention excellent language skills.” Ignoring her mate as he trailed her out of Tamsyn’s huge kitchen and to the living room, she made her way to where Julian and Roman sat side by side on the sofa. “What can I say?” He spread out his arms. “All your fault,” she said to Lucas as he did a not very good job of hiding his grin. “Sascha, darling!” Sascha felt her lips twitch at that childish shout. ![]()
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