Fairydale

by Veronica Lancet

What could possibly go wrong in a town that rhymes with fairytale?

"Welcome back to Fairydale."

"Are we not all a little mad, Lizzie mine?"

"But what if my madness recognizes yours?"

"Amon. Amon d'Artan,"

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Home. His embrace had felt like home. But the issue is... I've never had a home before.

Darcy darlin', you're a gem."

don't imagine for one moment that you're not mine."

"There is only one woman I wish to claim, Lizzie mine. Past. Present. Future—and for an eternity to come."

"You made me no promises," I shrug, the words burning on my tongue. "The blood I spilled for you was promise enough," he murmurs. "The blood I would spill again, and again. Just to keep you safe. Happy. Mine."

"Darlin', do you think I'd date you with anything less but marriage in mind?"

"If someone tried to harm you, I promise you they will know hell, Darcy darlin'.

"It might not seem so at times, Darcy darlin'. But everything I do is for you,"

That I might be evil personified, but you're the only one I'll ever be good to,"

"You will never kneel before anyone, Darcy. If anything, the world will kneel in front of you,"

"The moment I stop being a fugitive and I vanquish all my enemies, I'm marrying you."

He's Amon d'Artan. The mate of my heart.