Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
Maybe he’d even convinced himself he was ready.
“I’m sorry, Anton,” I said softly, but firmly.
His shoulders slumped, and he let out a long sigh. “I can’t convince you, can I?”
I shook my head, a small, sad smile tugging at my lips. “You can’t convince someone to love or like you back, Anton. That’s not how it works.”
Frustration flickered in his eyes. “You’re going to end up like me,” he said, his tone sharp. “He isn’t real, Xiana. Please, I am trying to help you.”
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