But when his hands landed on her shoulders and he clasped them in a way that made her feel as if he never wanted to let go, pure, undiluted dread roiled within her. “The curse isn’t about Loche,” Merrick said in a monotone.
I FUCKING KNEW IT. “Loved by human and fae” BITCH LOCHE AND MEERICK LOVE HER. HUMAN AND FUCKING FAE. BYE.
