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“What violent tendencies you have.” He cocked his head at me, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “You’re a little monster.”
But no, I think it will be fun to watch you run and try to escape me, only to be caught in the end.”
“Bewitched, beguiled, bedded, beheaded.”
“Maybe Penvalle did make her go mad,” Gwydion said under his breath. “Is that better or worse?” “Better,” Bael said promptly. “I like them crazy.”
She hated me specifically, which I found oddly fascinating.
“Because, you need to know I’ll kill anyone who hurts you, little monster.”
“I should warn you,” the prince said lazily, from where he sat on the marble floor with his back against the mirror. “I am not the rescuing type. More of the drowning type, honestly.”
This is so much worse than I imagined, and frankly I’m proud.”
There was that word again. Interesting. My eternal curse.
“The real crime is how you’ve yet to be punished.”
“You heard me. Lick.” “You’re going to have to be more specific, rebel, or this will turn into a very different kind of party.”
“No, little monster. I come from a long line of villains. If there are any heroes in this story, they share no blood with me.”
My, how far I’d fallen. Making bargains with Fae, talking to birds. I was halfway to mad and I hadn’t even realized it.
I had only one night. One opportunity.
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Curiosity—it would kill me one day, and what a wonderful way to go.
“You’re making it far too hard to stay away from you, little monster. It’s driving me fucking insane.”
