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“Yes, I am. But do you want to know a secret? I am no mere witch. I am the Daughter of Fate. This evening, I am his hands, and his fingers want to crush the life out of you, the way you did our sister. Fate’s hands never weaken, never falter, and they never fail.”
Skinny jeans were the devil’s creation. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get them over my hips, let alone button and zip them.
Besides, every girl, witch or not, dreamed of becoming a princess. Not with crowns and gowns, but princess of the heart of someone she loved, and who loved her in return.
“I am the Prince of every subject in the Kingdom. What am I to you, Sable?” “The boy with the golden eyes, and heart to match,”
Fate’s voice filled my mind. From death, springs life.
“Break it,” I guided. He snapped the wishbone. It did not bleed. It burst into flame.
“The earth belongs to all of us. We’re a part of it; not just bodies dwelling on it.”
Arron extended his hand and I clasped it. “I pledge myself to your service, Daughter of Fate, Guardian of the House of Fate.” He squeezed my hand tightly. “You told me to make a decision, and I have. I know now it is the right one.”
“You did something far more important, Sable. You kept him safe, and you showed him true love in the process.”

