“I, I,” he started, but was at a loss for words. He has given up a long time ago any hope of ever getting out of there, but having found his fated mate, he wanted to get out, if only for her sake. King Lowe moved forward to the middle again, frightening Princess Freda. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, looking up. “What are you doing?” Princess Freda asked, looking at him, confused. “The tower walls are thin enough for you to walk your way out of here. I can throw you up. I have the strength,” King Lowe said. “I can just jump up. I am a hybrid,” Princess Freda said, standing up. “I hate hybrids,” King Lowe said, looking at her but unable to hate her. “I can’t find the moment you became a hybrid,” he said, searching her mind. “I was born one. My father is Wyn,” Princess Freda said. “Oh, is that why Wicked is in your memories?” King Lowe stated. “He is not Wicked anymore,” Princess Freda rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t know of any hybrids fathering children after
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