"I don't want to take away his home," I said, wrapping one arm around myself, not meeting his eyes. "I'm already… a lot. If I'm a breaker, I can deal with it on my own. It's not his fault." He already didn't want me. I was a complication—a big blot in his carefully-curated life, the metaphorical bull in the china shop. Vaduin said he didn't want me to be his ally, but it seemed like he didn't want anything else, either. Seeing his horror at how much he enjoyed the scent of my desire had hurt. How badly would he handle having to deal with me when I was a deadly danger—someone he needed to
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