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Chapter 8
I would know that face anywhere. He was one of the two faeries who had warned me to stay away from prince Rhys. I stared into his cold eyes, unable to look away until the car started to move again and the faerie disappeared from view. I let out a breath and sank back against the seat, but my heart still beat a rapid tattoo against my ribs. There was no way his presence here was a coincidence. Was he tailing us to report back to the queen, or did he have a darker reason for being in the cemetery today? We were halfway home before I calmed my racing mind enough to remember the odd crystal I’d glimpsed in Caleb’s grave. I’d completely forgotten about it after I’d gone to help the injured man. I hadn’t thought much of it when I saw it, but now I had a chilling suspicion it had been put ther
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