“This will guide you through the woods. It will guide my heart to yours.” “That’s not the spell I wove.” I shake my head. “It’s not—” “It’s the spell I wove when I tied it to your finger and wished, with all my might, that someday you would be my bride.” He leans forward to kiss me, daring the display of affection despite anyone being able to walk in. It’s foolish, but I savor the brief second his mouth is on mine. My breath hitches. Evander releases me after, the risk too great for us to dare anything more than what we already have. And we have already dared greatly. “I will find you,
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