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I did or said something amusing. The small smile he seemingly reserved just for me in our most quiet moments together when we walked the gardens. Little by little, the shadow male had chipped away at my defenses, my finely constructed walls that had encased my heart until he unearthed the muscle beating for him alone. I gave him the key to breaking my heart, the ability to wield this emotional pain over me. I was a fool. And I deserved it. Turning, I strode away from him, keeping my head high, my chin jutted up a notch, not giving either fae the satisfaction of seeing my hurt. I heard soft footsteps racing across the soft grass. Drake circled around till he stood in front of me, barring my entrance to the palace. “Get the hell out of my way,” I growled. “Now!” Drake’s face was the stark
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