But he needed to know who he was to her. Not Witchslayer. Not King. As she fused her body with his, she branded his name upon her heart. “Renwick, Fated,” she whispered. “Look at me.” His eyes flew open, flaring the most brilliant aquamarine. She stared at him in wonder. Even with him buried deep inside her, she was still mystified that this feeling between them was real. A lifetime passed between one breath and the next, two souls turning into one. “I love you,” he vowed, confirming every racing thought in her mind. He thrust into her, claiming her body as he claimed her with his words. “I
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