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Chapter Eight
“What was going on tonight?” I asked him.
“Ah,” he blew out a breath and rolled onto his back again. “Rivyn’s been in my father’s ear, and my father is on the verge of sending an army to aid Aurien’s princess. I’ve been trying to get him to see sense.”
I grimaced. He was avoiding answering by offering partial truths. He knew I meant about the manner of him invoking the rule of three, but he did not want to answer.
“He knew I was planning on invoking the rule of three,” he said suddenly, rolling onto his side to face me and taking a lock of my hair between his fingers, letting it run free and fall. “Because we argued, he demanded I do it in a way that was unfair to you, and I am sorry for that, Ecaeris.” Then he laughed. “- I’m probably lucky that I did do it that way, or you might have made it impossible to get through the rites. That had to be one of the hardest proposals in Fae history.”
I lifted my mouth to his and tasted his laughter as I slid my
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