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The berry of rowans is red, always red. The earth at its trunk is dark with blood shed. But a Prince is a man, and a man may be bled. He came for the girl… And got the monster instead.
“I don’t want rest, Elspeth,” he murmured into my lips. “I want you.”
“The girl, the King…” I breathed. The Nightmare’s voice burned through my mind. And the monster they became.
