“I’m Syn, and you’re Ryder. You’re my fucking Fairy, and you’re wrong,” I purred throatily. “Why?” he inquired, sinking further inside of me. “You’re my fucking Fairy happy meal,” I smiled, and pulled at his soul. He watched me as I tried to pull it out and into my own body. He only allowed me to take a sliver of it, but what he allowed was beautiful—it tasted pure. “You think you are in control, Synthia?” He shook his head, and pulled at mine back. I felt it as he fed me more of his, as he took small pieces of mine. The beauty of his soul as it mingled against mine was overwhelming and
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