“She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard.
“And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.”
“And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
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— May 05, 2024 10:31AM
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