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Something was out there, and I didn’t think it was a scorpion.
The Mist King had the look of a man who loved. A man who had already lost so much. A man whose soul had been shattered.
“He’s alive!” The Mist King’s shout tore through the mists.
Why would anyone want to touch a monster like me?
My heart thumped. “You’re telling me that we’re trapped inside a god’s house. And she’s here.”
His eyes darkened even more. “Because I can’t stand the thought of his hands on you.”
“You’re right. I do bite sometimes. But I wouldn’t do it to you. Unless you asked.”
I was flirting with danger, tempted by sapphire eyes, strong arms, and a gentle touch.
“There’s more, Tessa. A second letter from Niamh. I don’t
Tessa, I’ve found your mother. She and your friend are trapped in the dungeons beneath Albyria.
I would never again let a fae king rip my heart to shreds.
And if they fall, I fall.”
King Oberon was dead.
“I am not lying. The blade has a twin. Did he not tell you that?”
“The Mist King didn’t die.” Oberon laughed.
“Hello, love.” The Mist King strode out of the shadows. “Surprised to see me?”