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All I caught was black hair, pale skin, and tattoos. Out of my league,
And at the head of that table, dressed in all black with a smirk resting on his face, was Asher. “Hello, little duck.”
touching a Fae’s wings is very”—his violet eyes flashed—“intimate.”
My entire life, my mind had held me back from doing so much, terrified of the thoughts of other people.
I wondered how so much evil could fit inside someone who looked that handsome.
“I wanted to be the villain in your story. Part of me still wants to be the villain.”
“You’re not a villain,” I whispered. “You’re not my villain.
That wild, stubborn, ravenous little thing was my mate. And I would be damned if I let her slip out of my grasp.

