His Mate, His Son, His Regret
Dad says in a measured voice, “I know I’m not the best at math, but there are two of us and—”
“Four of them. I know,” I complete his thought out loud. “Who is going to sacrifice themselves to protect them? If you save Vivian, and I save Aly, there is no one else who can sacrifice themselves for the other two.”
What the fuck are we going to do?
“You don’t need to sacrifice anyone,” the fairy woman says, looking between us like we are crazy. “I found a way to break the curse.”
“What?” Rick murmured beside me.
“Who are you?” I asked, eyeing her up and down, noticing the difference in the way she looks at my dad like she’s smitten than the way she looks at me, with mild disinterest.
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