“Grim . . .” she said, voice unsteady. “What’s wrong with me?” A ruler born without power was an oyster without its pearl. Grim’s eyes flashed with anger. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, is wrong with you, heart,” he said. Then he took her into his arms. She stayed there, trembling. “I think they’re going to kill me,” she said quietly, then looked up at him. He surprised her by smiling. He placed his hand carefully against her cheek. “If anyone makes a move to harm you, I will ruin them and their entire realm.” His fingers trailed down her face, past her throat, then tugged gently on the pendant
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AHHHH GRIM
