Dorian swore, staggering down a step, but the Fae warrior’s eyes were on her. Only lethal rage flickered there. The air in Manon’s throat choked away into nothing. A strangled sound came out of her, and she stumbled back, clawing at her throat as if she could carve an airway. But the male’s magic held firm. He’d kill her for what she’d tried to do to his queen. For the arrow Asterin had shot, meaning to strike the queen’s heart. An arrow he had jumped in front of. Manon crashed to her knees. The king was instantly at her side, studying her for a heartbeat before he roared down the stairs,
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