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“You’ve only seen a fraction of my attitude.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t think it would be as exciting at its full capacity.”
“W-when will I see you again?” I exclaimed. He half turned to me, giving me his signature lazy smile. “Soon, my Flower.” And he strode away.
He stepped forward, and I stiffened as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from my ear.
“I think I would enjoy you punishing me,” he whispered.
“I think most of humanity is unhappy in some way. Regardless of what they do or do not have.”
It was not Quill Callon I had fallen in love with. It was Silas La’Rune, the Prince of Otacia.
Silas La’Rune would find his Soul-Tie at sixteen years of age. That she would be a red-haired girl living in the Outer Ring…and that she would be a Mage.”
All this time, and she still wore it. My eyes trailed to her hand, and a lump formed in my throat when I realized she still wore the ring I gave her on her right ring finger. Just as I still wore the one she gave me.
“If we had the support of the Mages…if the sources are true, and there are more
of them out there, I could perhaps have the numbers to overthrow my father.”
grin. “Vicious thing,” he muttered.
“I’d prefer to impale you with something else entirely,” he said smoothly.
