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Chapter • 07

♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱

Callisto's arms wrapped around my hips.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked me, and in his eyes there seemed to be a mixture of doubt and fear.

It was obvious why. Asra was trouble, but, besides, I had hurt myself the last time I tried to help. He must have thought that there was nothing I could do without nearly screwing everything up along the way.

I sank my face into his chest.

I wouldn't give up.

"Yes, that way you can work, and you won't have to endure Azrael on your foot... and..." I smiled, kissing his chin gently, "you can stay by my side too."

He squeezed me tighter in his arms and I knew he was thinking, was really considering, but if I let him leave without giving me an answer, he would ask Azrael and that damned angel would go out of his way to make sure I didn't get involved in anything he considered "serious," like, for example: anything involving Elaine.

"Please" I spoke getting on tiptoe and sealing the king's lips, "I promise... I won't cau
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