“Don’t think me that far from my father, Thea. If he had harmed a single hair on your head, I would have ripped his chest open and served you his bleeding heart on a platter.” “I don’t have any use for his heart.” Her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, drawing him closer. “I’m going to put myself in danger sometimes, Alistair. Wildecliff is not the safest place to live, but I won’t stop living simply because I am here.” “How am I meant to endure this worry, then?” He didn’t know the answer to that question. “My heart will stop, and then where will you be?” “Oh, I don’t think it’ll
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