He came for me. He holds me up and strokes his hands up and down my arms and back, whispering that naive promise while he checks that I’m still in one piece. The longer he says it, the easier it is to believe. It’s okay. In my panic, faced with the demon from my nightmares, I called for him. I called for a bastard Seelie prince who has no concept of the responsibilities of his station. I called for him, and he found me.
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