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behind him ...
“I didn’t know he hated me so much,”
Fenrys rasped.
Aelin squeezed his hand.
Fenrys closed his eyes, drawing in a
shaking breath. “She gave me leave only to
take out the glass. When it’s out, I—I go back
over there.” He pointed with his chin toward
the wall where he usually sat. He made to
examine her legs, but she squeezed his hand
again, and blinked twice. No.
Let him stay in this form for a while
longer, let him mourn as a male and not a
wolf. Let him stay in this form so she could
hear a friendly voice, feel a gentle touch—
She began to cry.
She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it once
it started. Hated every tear and shuddering
breath, every jerk of her body that sent
lightning through her legs and feet.