“Is there a reason you’re smiling at me,” she said, “or shall I interpret it as a death wish?” Do not speak to it. He didn’t care. Let this be another dream, another nightmare. Let this new, lovely monster devour him whole. He had nothing beyond the here and now. “Do I need a reason to smile at a beautiful woman?” “I’m not a woman.” Her iron nails glinted as she crossed her arms. “And you …” She sniffed. “Man or demon?” “Prince,” he said. That’s what the thing inside him was; he had never learned its name. Do not speak to it! He cocked his head. “I’ve never been with a witch.” Let her rip out
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