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Staring back at me, with contempt in her undeniably silver eyes, is my Fates-blessed mate. A witch.
He might be every bit the gorgeous high fae, but a cold heart beats in his chest, one that has no room for warmth in it toward me.
“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”