“Nico, you forgot Henry’s toys!” Ivan yelled.
Diarmad despised hearing the name ‘Nico’; it felt wrong. He would always be Noël to him. A door slammed and, five minutes later, loud shouting and laughing lured him to the window. Down in the courtyard Noël was playing tug of war with Henry. Henry, the defector. But who could blame the dog? Noël had charmed him as he did everybody. A smile crept onto Diarmad’s face. No one stood a chance against his mate--Seraei, human, or even animal.
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