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“Be careful, my friend. This woman will not be Fadey. I’d hate for her to bespell that dark heart of yours.”
I’d slit her throat if she tried. I have no love for melders, and that will never change.
To claim something as his—a strike, a kill, a horn of ale—Ashwood tapped whatever he wanted three times.
The Sentry placed his palm against my cheek. I stiffened, eyes closed. But all he did was tap my face three times.
Pulse racing, I touched where Ashwood held his hand. Three taps—his gesture for claiming something as his.
It meant mine.
“You’ve done something to dig under his skin, and I must know what it was, for he is the most infallible, unruffled ass I’ve ever met.”
You are more than the scars in your eyes.
Yours, body and soul.
