HIS Little One
My eyes widened in shock.
"What are you?" I asked, taking a step back from him. He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm a fairy, little one," he said. "And you're my fated mate." My mind reeled as I tried to process his words. Fairies didn't exist, did they? Yet, here I was, face to face with one. And he seemed to think I was his mate.
I tried to understand the situation, but it felt exhausting. "This has to be some kind of misunderstanding," I said, trying to sound calm. But Arlo just smiled, his eyes never leaving mine.
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