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He could already foresee the pain that would linger in his heart. He’d live in these memories, and hoped they battled his fragments to be prevalent. He’d gnaw on them to pacify himself forever.

He’d cherish them.

Once Nathair helped Linh onto solid ground, he noted the way she covered her breasts and pubic mound. She’d been so annoyed with her soul for doing it and yet, here she was, doing the exact same thing.

“C-can I have my underwear now?” she asked, with her shoulders turned inwards.

Nathair looked down at her undergarments bundled in his fist. “No,” he signed. “They are wet.”

The way back would take time, and he didn’t want her shivering from the cold.

Her brows drew inwards in concerned wiggles. “But I need them.”

Rolling his head, he slithered to the side and picked up her dress and pants. He reached out to hand them to her. She silently obeyed, but he could tell the little human was cursing him out in her head as she donned them.

She was surprisingly spritely, even when he saw the tired wobble in her legs – a shakiness gifted to her by him. He wanted topurrat that. She even appeared to limp a little.

Nathair watched her breasts sway and bounce as she lifted her dress over her head, the sight enthralling. Even when one of her elbows got stuck and she fought the material, his feelings for her only grew rather than waned.

She cut him a cute glare when he laughed at her.

Little nightingale, you have no idea what you’ve just done.

He warned her that he’d no longer play fair if she mounted his cocks, and she’d done sothoroughly.

I’ll be doing everything I can to keep you with me.As much as he thought he’d be able to let her go amicably, after last night, he realised he was irrevocably doomed. He’d adored every second of her. He’d gorged on the taste he’d had of her, and the insatiable side of him said it wasn’t enough.

He was so utterly besotted with her – her wiles, her power over him, her cute face and sensual body, her giggles and tears... it was no wonder he dreamt of her.

Even his essence was begging to own her soul.

Nathair was attached. He was infatuated, and after the rather saddening conversation on the beach – where he learned she may have magic – he knew there was no one else for him. The chance of him finding another female who would not only sing for him, but also want to be with him, was so low he’d be better off asking a rock to do it.

I want to give her everything she seeks.

He wouldn’t die for her; he’d spent enough time in the afterworld. But he would fight, he would live, and he would... love her with every one of his scales if she let him.

However... I cannot immerse myself in her people.

He doubted they’d accept him. He also didn’t foresee them taking it well that he’d claimed one of their females. Would they attempt to diminish her affection by constantly whispering in her ear about the horribleness of him?

He thought he could bear that. He’d just convince her otherwise by doting every bit of his sensual attention on her.

He could take their snide remarks and sneers, their hate. So long as she caressed all that away and lathered him in kisses to soothe his bruised ego, Nathair could cope with hate.

But he had enough human voices in his mind. The idea of sitting in the middle of her village with his sensitive hearing, listening to thousands of voices chattering around in his ears... he didn’t know if he could stay sane. Linh brought him out of trances. She steadied and focused him on the present, but a barrage of people speaking would only pull him under constantly.

It wasn’t just because he was a selfish, greedy, and territorial Mavka. His mind was warped.

He could not live with humans, not when he already had dozens doing so in his skull. He’d go mad. He’d become violent. He’d harm, and he worried what would happen if she attempted to interfere.

How will she treat me if I accidentally kill her family?Her father was the leader, yes? That meant he would try to protect his people, and if Nathair lost it...

He shook his head.No, I do not want to think of it.He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if this female’s tender gaze towards him suddenly turned cold.

If he were to be the keeper of her soul, they’d be trapped with each other. He could not escape her, or she him, and their bond would fester and sicken.

She must choose him.