“My lass,” Alton said quietly. “Man or stallion, I fear we’re all the same in some respects. Some behave a wee bit better than others, but we’re all wild and lusty at heart. Though I’m sure he’s a good man—when he’s a man—the chances are that he’s had his share of sport.”
“While I saved myself, waiting for you?” Astrid shoved the horse’s head away. “Don’t even try all that prettiness on me now,” she fussed. “Thank you, milord Alton, for opening my eyes.”
Alton sighed. “Lady Astrid, he’s just being a man. Find forgiveness in your heart, I beg you. I don’t want him stabbing me in my sleep when he retakes his own form.”
Velda giggled. “It’s not the end of the world,” Velda assured Astrid. “Why, 
Alton has had many women since we’ve known one another.”
“Are you married or engaged?”
Velda smirked. “Engaged, of sorts.”
“Though…
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