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It was an understatement to say that Talitha was surprised by Caillen's easy acceptance of her secret. Indeed, as the words flowed freely, he didn't turn her away. Instead, he reached for her, and against her better judgment, she returned to his warmth. Her arms found his chest, wrapping around the muscled torso comfortably and turning her crimson gaze to his face. The handsome wolfdog didn't offer her any sort of calm, but his baritone voice left her feeling relieved. Her choice hadn't been a poor one. She hadn't frightened him away. Ezekiel wasn't the only male she could connect with.
He didn't care who her family was, or that she was born of demon blood and murderer's earth. She was Talitha, and her parentage mattered little. Her blood mattered little. "Blood is only as thick as you allow it to be." She allowed it to rule over her world with an iron grasp. Not the Lykoi blood, per say, but her de le Poer heritage. She was the daughter of Gabriel, sister of Ezekiel. A Lykoi in name only, born to Inferni under the guise of a de le Poer. Her brother took the coveted name, leaving his sister envious.
But a name was simply a name. It was what built up the being that mattered, and her flesh and blood belonged to Gabriel and Faolin. Caillen was right. Blood was only as important as she allowed it to be.
She offered a smile, one that rose on her mouth but not into her hyper-expressive eyes. "Maybe you could come home with me." The words lingered between a serious tone and one that indicated she was joking. The lone male had been the first creature she had connected with outside of family, and though he was clearly a wolf, she felt so certain that she could grow to need him like she needed her brother or needed Inferni.
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