“Do you love him?” Did she love him? Sorcha knew she wasn’t herself without him. That she missed him so much her heart ached, and a great crater grew with every passing day. She could survive without seeing his face. She just didn’t want to. Sorcha sighed. “What is love but burning passion and fleeting moments? I knew him for a small amount of time and I cannot say if I love him or the idea of him.” “He loves you.” Her heart stopped. Her stomach clenched and her hands began to shake. She tucked them underneath her armpits and shook her head again. “What?” “He loves you. Faeries do nothing by
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