“I thought you’d want nothing to do with me,” I admitted as we pulled apart. “We’re brothers,” he said passionately. “If you’d returned here as a swamp rat, you’d still be my swamp rat. There’s no form you could take that would change that.” “I don’t deserve you, but I’m fucking grateful for you,” I said. “You deserve more than me. Come on, Aunt Bianca is preparing a feast. Let’s celebrate the good and forget the bad. Everyone’s dying to see you, swamp rat or otherwise, two Fae most of all.” “The kids?” I rasped, a keen need filling me to meet my niece and nephew at long last. I’d seen
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Sobbing
