Fenris growled softly. “Your bloodline has been tainted,” he muttered, eyes flickering from my face to over my shoulder, looking into the window where Val was sitting inside. “That wasn’t part of the prophecy.”
I growled back, not sure what offended me more—that this man insisted on ignoring everything I said, or that he was calling my blood “tainted”.
“Prophecies are fake,” I snapped back. When his eyes jerked back to mine, I continued. “People who call themselves prophets are just good at reading other people.”
Fenris huffed. “You know so little.”
“Yes! Hello! I keep saying that!” Talking to this man felt like negotiating with a wall. “I don’t know how you set your standards for your Lunar Bride but that’s your problem, not mine.”
Tainted. Tainted! The nerve of this guy!
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