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Deepest darkness, was there nothing in the realm that would pluck him from the depths of mild discontent?
Xander’s breath was stolen, but it didn’t matter, he had nothing to say, pithy or otherwise. His pulse pounded under her hands like it wanted to be embraced. His flesh begged to be dug into, and his blood longed to drench her fingers as they wrapped around his heart and held it.
Love made one wild and free but safe and sincere too, and it overcame birth and duty and even hopelessness because, in the end, it was the most transcendent of virtues, and even a villain understood that.
