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The fear—the panic—was false. A spell. Some disgusting magic, no doubt placed here centuries ago by the Alytherians to stop the humans from leaving.
The guard was tall and slim, his skin a gorgeous reddish-brown that looked a shade darker than Lore’s own. A thin scar bisected his eyebrow; she followed the line of it, past a lovely, wide nose, and a very full, even more lovely, bottom lip.
I, Lore Alemeyu, vow to always keep my gaze to the heavens. I will search and search so that I might be the one to lead my people home to Shahassa, where we belong.
“My favorite stories are the ones I can escape into. The ones where I can leave behind this bleak existence and be somebody else, even if just for a little while. Someone braver than me. Someone with the power to change their circumstances.”
When she opened her eyes, she spotted a fox sitting at the edge of the garden wall. Its bright, keen eyes followed her back and forth, back and forth.
“If I let you go, they will kill me. If I turn you in, they will kill you. What would you have me do? What have you done to me, Lore?”
she started to wonder if this was all her life would ever be: loving people only to eventually lose them.
And suddenly his mouth was on hers.
HELL YEAH
He was, without a doubt, the most striking fae male she’d ever seen, though in the same way a wolf was striking—absolutely beautiful to look at but able to rip your throat out on a whim.
“Yes, I did.” Finndryl’s voice was quiet as he spoke. “And I’ll kill you for touching her.”
She opened her eyes and noticed a male fae rinsing his mouth out, again and again, then spitting back into the rushing water.
DID HE SUCK THE POISON FROM HER BODY?! I AM FERAL
Rereading a favorite book was like coming home after a long time away.
“Mouse, if you keep untucking my shirt, I’m going to do very bad things to you.” Lore began untucking it in earnest.
Power is beautiful and, Lore, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,”
