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WYATT
Something in my chest constricted. I had just rescued Farrah from the shadow fae. I had just found her after so many agonizing years.
“I’m going with you,” I blurted out before I could even make a real decision.
Farrah froze, her sapphire eyes wide. “You? Why? No!”
I suppressed a wince, but I was sure she saw it. What did she want me to do, then? Just let her go knowing she was running for her life? For her f*****g freedom?
I had purposely made myself scarce and put distance between us. But here she was, right in front of me, beautiful and angelic as ever with her long silver hair, her bright blue eyes, her smooth skin, and her long, lean body. A deep feeling, something raw, stirred inside my chest—a desperate need, a mad desire. From the moment I met her years, I had felt at
