"Do you know why I find myself so intrigued by you, starling?" His voice was low, almost reluctant. “My never-ending wit?” I guessed with a smirk. “Or maybe my deep-rooted intellectualism?” "You see me," he continued, ignoring my attempt at playfulness. His eyes bore into mine. "Not the Prince of Draknavor to be feared, not the divine heir to be obtained, not the calculated death god that others worship or covet." His jaw tightened momentarily. "You look past all of that and see what's beneath. And then—" he took a step closer, “you have the audacity to give the truth right back to me,
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