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“For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.” I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?” He grins up at me. “They missed.”
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“This is an absolutely terrible idea,” he says with a kind of amazement in his voice.
A kind of hopeful magic.
I have become the Queen of Faerie.
