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“No!” Marnie declared.
“We must think this over, carefully.” Bernus advised. Looking to the prince for support.
“He is right, Little One.” Prince Mane said carefully. “Your mother is weak. And even if she were whole, we don’t know she could do it alone. We need him.”
“Will you do it for any other prize?” Prince Mane asked slowly.
Disseus stood solidly. Refusing to give any ground.
Nim’s words came back to him.
For once defend yourself.
She’s right.
For once, he was going to demand what he wanted from these fey.
“I’ve done much to protect her.” His gaze dropped from Bernus to Marnie. His next words seeming to settle her. “I will always protect her.”
He jutted his chin stubbornly. “Give me her. And I will go back to your lands with her.” He paused. Considering the next words before pronouncing them. Condemning himself to whatever fate awaited him there. “I’ll protect them and your people…
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