“It’s me, Lessia,” the figure said quietly. “No!” she shouted. “Leave me alone!” But the Fae didn’t. Instead, he shoved someone off the cot, the grunt from the person hitting the floor echoing in the cramped cabin. “It’s me. It’s Merrick,” the figure said. She blinked hard. But she could still only see the dim outline of the Fae in Rioner’s cellars. “It’s me.” The voice rumbled through her as she blinked again. Her vision sharpened, and the Fae’s silver hair and familiar features kindled something within her. Lessia blinked again as he climbed into the bed, taking the spot beside her. Merrick.
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