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“There will soon come a time when you don’t realize whom you’re harming with your magic, Lucia. When you have no control over it anymore. When its evil completely takes you over.”
“What? Who are you marrying?” His jaw tightened. “Princess Cleiona Bellos.” Lucia could not believe her ears. “This has been arranged.” Magnus gave her a look. “Oh, not at all. Since helping to take her father’s kingdom and destroy her life, I couldn’t help but fall madly in love with her. Yes, obviously it was arranged.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not pleased to be here,” said the prince under his breath. “Likely every bit as pleased as you are.” “Join hands,” the priest instructed. She eyed Magnus’s hand with dismay. “Oh, come now,” he said to her. “You’re breaking my heart.” Cleo’s jaw tightened. “Such damage would require you to be in possession of one.”
“Close your mouth before you insult my bride’s honor with another word.” Magnus drew out his dagger to absently run it under his fingernails. Aron followed the blade’s movements with fearful eyes. “She belongs to me now, not you. Never forget that.”
