“So, you know then.” The giant fae leaned against the stable gate as he laughed. His riding clothes were caked in thick snow. A scarf tied tightly at his neck accompanied his fur hat and woolen gloves. “Know what?” Rua hedged, eyeing him. Thador guffawed. “That you are his Fated.” Her stomach dropped. “You knew?” “He didn’t tell me, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Thador said, turning to lean his forearms against the stable gate, looking weary from being out in the cold for so long. “But it doesn’t take a blue witch to see the two of you together. He is a different person when he looks at
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