“I spun on my heel to regard Raile with exasperation. “Would you stop calling yourself my husbands? Believe me, I wouldn’t have picked any of you.”
“Except you did,” Raile said, his tone maddening confident. “You picked all four of us.”
“I could un-pick you,” I said, gauging the distance to the nearest sword.
A Fae queen might not be able to get an annulment, but murder was always on the table.”
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May Dawson,
Rebel Queen