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He was already millennia old when it happened. Really, it shouldn’t have happened at all. It was a path long lost to his people, as they now number in three and are little more than clones of one another.
D glared disdainfully down at the words circling his belly button, the scribble is an insult to everything he stands for and he cannot see how such a person would ever be his soulmate.
“I want a lizard, one with venom strong enough to kill a man.”
Twenty-five years later, as he looks into the sarcastic mug of the huge blonde policeman, he wants to spit at destiny right in the eye.
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Leon’s always been a tad up in the air about his soulmark. It could seriously be any number of professions that would result in; “Welcome, how may I be of service today?”
The fact that it circles his damn neck like a collar kinda pisses him off, nobody owns him.
Especially not the girly looking Chinese dude who says them.