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Everyone has skeletons in the closet, and those who claimed otherwise were usually the ones with the most to hide.
She always did have a horrible sense of other people’s emotions, and it was a curse she’d learned to live with.
“There is so much you are yet to discover, Heir of Marvellas. So much you are destined for.”
“Screw the damn consequences.” She pushed up on her toes, hands going to the back of his neck. Then his mouth met hers, and the stars awoke, chasing away the darkness that had started to engulf her.
“There will never be another like you, Faythe. Human, fae, highborn, commoner… Never another soul like yours.”