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To the quiet girls with stories in their heads. To their dreams—and their nightmares.
That’s how the best lies are told—with just enough truth to be convincing.
We’d only been apart an hour. Still, I couldn’t help but feel every time I saw Ravyn Yew, I was looking at a different man.
What has two eyes for seeing, two ears for hearing, and one tongue for lying?
Which perhaps was why Ravyn Yew enraged me so deeply. It was easier to hate him for being secretive and dishonest than admitting I hated myself for the same reasons.
But a Prince is a man, and a man may be bled. He came for the girl... And got the monster instead.
Tell him how you feel. If you don’t say it aloud, can it ever be real?
