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Chapter 3<br />
Miko couldn’t believe he’d found her, his Origo Sylvie. Safe. She was safe.<br />
Unfortunately, the fever her nearness spiked wouldn’t allow him to relax, even though<br />
daybreak was mere minutes away.<br />
He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he’d had his fill of her, regardless of<br />
how weary and tired he was.<br />
He hadn’t believed what he’d seen back at the bar. Until he’d felt the symbol rise<br />
on his inner arm, he’d always believed Origos were the stuff of legend. He’d never seen<br />
one. Never read of one. It was one of those things that had been passed from generation<br />
to generation by word of mouth. No one actually knew anymore if it was based on truth<br />
or fiction.<br />
Except now he knew for certain.<br />
He wondered how much his mate understood. He wondered if she’d found her<br />
other Master. If she had, her Master would follow her, search for her. If the legends<br />
were true, her Master would be powerless to stop himself.<br />
He peered at her after parking the car in his garage. She was sitting silent, her<br />
hands clasped together in her lap, her expression glum.<br />
She needed gentle reassurance. Patience and understanding. The fire burning<br />
through his veins would make it hard for him to be patient, but he would try his best.<br />
He had been put through the most rigorous Excoluni training. It tried a man’s<br />
self control and strength on every level. Yet, he suspected it would be nothing<br />
compared to the challenge of resisting the urge to take Sylvie before she was ready.<br />
A Master serves his submissive first. Her needs must come before his own. Always.
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