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October 22 - November 5, 2025
“Do not touch her.” Ice dripped from Merrick’s voice as he pushed the regent back a step. “You lost that privilege that night. Get back before I kill you.”
Swallowing, Lessia set her sights on the empty chair beside Kerym, but as she neared, the Fae violently shook his head at her, eyes flicking toward Merrick. “Absolutely not. I don’t plan on getting killed today. You go over there.”
And when he leaned in and snarled “Merrick is your fucking mate,” she had to grip the chair not to let her knees give out.
“Do you want me to tell you I’ve loved you since you stood up to Rioner and me on that cliff?”
“Do you want me to tell you I’ve fallen more in love with you every day, watching you fucking fight for your life?”
“Do you want me to tell you no one—mate or not—has loved anyone the way I love you? That I would laugh as the world fell apart as long as you stood by my side? That even if I could only have one fucking night—one night pretending you’re mine—I’d take it?”
“Because I would. That’s how fucking bad I want you. How bad I need you.”
“You’re going to be the end of me,”
He would destroy the world until he found her. Kill every fucking soul that dared get in his way.

