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ChAPTER XVIII (2)

"Enough heroics, my lord." The witch rolls her eyes at Leander. "I was only testing out my parts, making sure you didn't frost them into oblivion." She dusts herself off, icy flakes flying. "And you're not necessary. Go, go, stalk away and be kingly elsewhere. I'd rather speak to the pretty one who is far more level-headed than your dark fae heart ever could be."

"I'm not leaving." Dean holds his blade to her throat.

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