Presumed Dead, Now Queen:Alpha Arineth’s Vengeful mate
Liam, Linda, and a cluster of fae elders stood waiting, their faces pale, like they’d been holding their breath since we left for Mecianda.
Liam was all muscle and scuffed leather armor, his sandy hair a mess, like he’d been tugging at it the whole time we were gone. His blue eyes went wide when he saw the fairies, and he took a step forward, his boots loud on the stone. “No way,” he said, his voice rough, like he couldn’t believe his own eyes. “You got the fairies? The lost ones?” He shook his head, his gaze bouncing from the fluttering lights to Arineth, then to me, like he was waiting for someone to say it was a trick. We had got separated and I looked at him to see if he was alright but
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