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Conall and Selina spent the week getting to know each other better. He taught her how to hunt, and although she was an accomplished hunter before, Selina found this new method to be much more exhilarating. There is a vast difference between shooting an arrow at the prey and bringing it down with cunning and brute strength. The sheer power of her Moktirah body proved to be seductive. And then there was Conall. The scent of him. The blue of his eyes. The way he moved. Selina could not seem to get enough of him, but her fear only increased. Physical attraction was one thing. She told herself that was only the Moktirah in her. Love was something entirely different. Any time she felt a spark of feeling any stronger than fondness for Conall, she withdrew. For his part, Conall did everything possible to make sure his mate felt loved and appreciated. Even when she was cold to him, at least it was something. For ten years he lived alone. Her companionship meant more to him than he could properly express. And she was warming to him. Though she always remained silent when he spoke tenderly to her, he could detect her feelings through her scent. Selina fooled herself into thinking she did not care for him, but she did not fool Conall.