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Maeve heaved a small sigh. “I know what
you think of me, Fire-Bringer. What you
assume. But there are some truths that cannot
be shared. Even for the keys.”
Yet the growing strain cracking within her,
smothering the pain ... perhaps worse.
Maeve cupped her cheek over the mask.
“The Queen Who Was Promised. I wish to
save you from that sacrifice, offered up by a
headstrong girl.” A soft laugh. “I’d even let
you have Rowan. The two of you here,
together. While you and I work to save this
world.”
The words were lies. She knew it, though
she couldn’t quite remember where one truth
ended and the lie began. If her mate had
belonged to another before her. Been given
away. Or had that been the nightmare?
Gods, the pressure in her body. Her blood.
You do not yield.