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Staying the Course
She hissed through her teeth at the reminder that she’d chosen a mortal for a lover once.
Over me.
Certainly, not liking me pointing it out. Disseus’ rage vibrated the air. His usual air of command expounded to the point his presence seemed to fill the cottage. Blooming even as she looked at him.
For the first time, looking at him, she was truly afraid.
He stood before her, one of the only two creatures in either world, powerful enough to harm her. But never would she have thought he would.
Staring down at her with his eyes narrowed, lips tight, and body emanating barely leashed fury it seemed very possible he could right now.
“Why do you defend the mortal?” She blurted in surprise. Stopping where she was. Still gripping the handle of the blade, he clutched. But not missing the dark seeping drops winding down his forearm.
“He’s accepted what I am. Far more readily than you and your kind ever did."
She
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