lia's
mbs in a particularly violent fairy tale. A Ming vase lay in pieces near the library door. Claw
osure that suggested she was one broken antique away from a ner
to be the blue drawing room, listening
rate using only his claws. I'm thinking mea
thing expensive mee
unning a hand through his hair. "The pack healers c
oulders back and reache
ve years to get over being intimidat
omewhere near her hairline. "
am, tha
andle and step
rniture was overturned, paintings hung askew, and in the centre of it all stood the man who'd once
in all his tragic
ed. He was still devastatingly handsome in that aristocra
diculous cheekbones that belonged in a renaissance paint
hung lank around his face. Most concerning of all, his eyes – those startling green eyes that had once
moment, I thought he might actually shift
ough as gravel. "Absol
ng the door firmly behind me. "You look terribl
ly unwelcome hallucination. Which, to b
se." I picked my way carefully through the destruction,
e as much as his human side. "When did you last sleep? Prope
one of you
had somehow survived his redecorating efforts,
ers are useless, and I'm apparently your last hope. That sou
held no humour whatsoever.
called wo
ckage of the room, five years of silen
him. Weakness, maybe, or the knowledge that sudden movement
have come," h
why don't you tell me what's actually wrong w
might have been a smile if you were
. Interesting. "Whatever happened between us, whatever you think of me, I'm
nk I can help. So let me help, or l
he repeated, as if the
I make mugs now. Lots of mugs
heer impossibility of the situation, his lips twitched. Just
le jokes and brought me flowers he
rt so thoroughly I'd had to
nto the chair across from me with a careful movement. "It'
o might want to curse your bloodline? Because I have to say, the list of
Lysander. Arrogant, commanding, absolutely convinc
"I'd have done it five years ago. And it would h
loaded with memories neither
gain, his voice bar
ntly. And according to the pack seers, you'r

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