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“I think the stars picked you for me, Blue. I think you’re my Elysian Mate.”
Tory’s gaze darkened so quickly that for a moment it almost seemed like an actual shadow curtained her vision. “Fuck you,” she snarled, pointing right into Seth’s face before aiming her finger at me. “And fuck you.” She turned to point at Darius last. “And fuck you up the ass with a rusty spoon.”
I often walked to her door in the middle of the night and pressed my hand to it, reaching out with my own magic until it brushed against hers and reassured me that she was okay.