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“You don't hate it, then?" he asked after a while. "Knowing you're half... Savage?"

"How could I hate what's kept me alive?"

He had no doubt the words were meant for him. Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against his chest, feeling that was where it should be. Her eyes went from their hands to his Markings. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.”