As he yelled for Zayde, Magdeline tucked a piece of dried out hair behind her ear, “You still think I’m beautiful?” “I don’t think it, Maggie. I know it.” In two strides he was in her personal space again. “You have no idea what you look like to me, do you?” He tapped his head, “Go in. Have a peek.” Now wasn’t the time for this, but fuck it. This was important. To him. To her. With a shaky hand, she pressed her palm to his forehead, right over his third eye. She could have possessed him if she wanted, and the fact that she chose not to, made him unclear if he should be offended or honored. The
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I’ve been hoping the dark truth will have a happy ending, and I do hope to see their storyline pick up in the next trilogy
