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Through love, all is possible
“The Fendyr heir, of
Azriel said softly, voice tinged with pain, “She looks like Rhysand’s sister.”
“I’m sorry,” Hunt interrupted, “but are you implying that I was made by you two assholes? As some sort of pet?” He pointed to Thanatos, then to Apollion. “Not a pet,” Apollion said darkly. “A weapon.” He nodded to Bryce. “For her, whenever she might come along.”

