Marked by Moon Fire
“I’m listening.”
“The letter said Lucy would marry the King of the North if he brought me back there, right?”
He nodded slowly.
“Well,” Nyssa continued, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips, “I’m still here. Which means—”
Lucien’s eyes widened as realization hit. “Which means she can’t marry him,” he finished for her, his lips breaking into a grin.
Nyssa nodded. “Exactly.”
Lucien shot to his feet, a laugh escaping him. “Nyssa, you’re brilliant!” He rounded the desk and pulled her into a grateful hug, holding her tight. For a fleeting second, the air between them softened.
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