“Our Seelie witch woke up this morning and had but one request—one thing to say to me—and that was that she desired to see the most terrible horrors my Maze had to offer.” He laughed, a cruel and sarcastic sound. “She woke up with the overwhelming need to hate me, Bayodan.” Dark eyebrows furrowed into thought as the fae lord looked away into the darkness of the woods, his tail swishing harder. “I made her mine. I showed her all the pleasure that I could offer her. I was kind to her. I cared for her.” He dug his nails into his palms, the stinging pain giving him focus. “I love her, Bayodan. And
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