“What am I going to do with you, Tessa?” Her eyes snapped open, and she lurched away from his touch. What was he going to do with her? The wild, untamed, chaotic thing that could never do as she was told or be what she was supposed to be. What was he going to do with her? The one who could never clean up her own messes and who always needed saving. What was he going to do with her? The Source that couldn’t submit, and the one expected to understand everything, yet be told nothing. A dark bark of laughter fell from her lips, a sound tinged with the madness that had laid claim to her soul. He
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